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

stopped just short of touching her head. That tiny distance became an

filled with pain. He reluctantly got off the

Lena’s heart. A

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

been a beautiful, romantic evening, but time could never be

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

wishing she could sleep through it all and never

–

with a bottle of cheap liquor. She called out to him, and

bottle in his hand, the cheap kind one would find 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