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 time

hand, suspended mid-air, stopped just short of touching her head.

the world’s greatest distance now separated them. Chris sighed deeply, eyes filled with pain. He reluctantly got off the bed, picked up his coat, glanced

sound of the door locking outside crushed Lena’s heart. A sudden, painful sensation overwhelmed her, and tears streamed

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

romantic evening, but time could never be

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

eyes, wishing she

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

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