Married a Secret Billionaire

“Lenny…” Chris cautiously approached her after a prolonged silence, sensing something was wrong. If she didn’t want to talk about it, there was little anyone could do. Anxiety gripped him, but he had to restrain himself.

The slap didn’t hurt much, but he was willing to endure it if it eased her distress.

Lena curled up, unable to meet his eyes, and repeatedly apologized, “I’m sorry, Chris. I’m so sorry.”

“What’s bothering you today?” Chris asked.

Lena hugged her head, shoulders trembling.

“Lenny, please tell me. I can help you!”

need some

suspended mid-air, stopped just short of touching her head. That tiny distance became an insurmountable chasm the moment

distance now separated them. Chris sighed deeply, eyes filled with pain. He reluctantly got off the bed, picked up his

crushed Lena’s heart. A sudden, painful sensation overwhelmed

know how long she sat on the bed. When she finally calmed down, she quietly entered the living room. The two-tiered cake sat

been a beautiful, romantic evening, but time

in the refrigerator. She then carefully placed the diamond ring in a drawer and lay down on the carpet,

but she closed her eyes, wishing she could sleep through it all

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of cheap liquor. She called out to him, and he froze like a thief, turning to face her with an awkward

at a street-side store. She made a disdainful sound. Old habits died hard. She’d offered Drake wine worth thousands of dollars, but nothing compared to the raw intensity of cheap liquor