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!”

some

just short of touching her head. That tiny distance became

filled with pain. He reluctantly got off the bed,

door locking outside crushed Lena’s heart. A sudden, painful

calmed down, she quietly entered the living room. The two-tiered cake sat

beautiful, romantic evening, but

Lena tidied up. She sliced the cake and stored it in the refrigerator. She then carefully placed the diamond ring in a drawer and lay

spine, but she closed her eyes, wishing

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

kind one would find at a street-side store. She made a disdainful sound. Old habits died hard. She’d