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

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

them. Chris sighed deeply, eyes filled with pain. He reluctantly got off the bed, picked

sound of the door locking outside crushed Lena’s heart. A

on the bed. When she finally calmed down, she quietly entered the living

evening, but time could

red eyes, Lena tidied up. She sliced the cake and stored it in the refrigerator. She then carefully placed the diamond ring in

ran down her spine, but she closed her eyes, wishing she could sleep

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sneaking into the lobby with a bottle of cheap liquor. She called out to him, and

habits died hard. She’d offered Drake wine worth thousands of dollars, but nothing compared to the raw intensity of cheap liquor in his