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 time

of touching her head. That tiny distance became an insurmountable chasm the moment she

felt like 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 back

heart. A

entered the living room. The two-tiered cake sat in the center, rose petals covering the floor. Chris’ gift, the pink diamond

romantic evening, but time could never be

in the refrigerator. She then carefully placed the

her spine, but she closed her eyes, wishing

–

the hotel, he was sneaking into the lobby with a bottle of cheap liquor. She called

in his hand, the cheap kind one would find at a street-side store. She made a disdainful sound. Old habits