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

touching her head. That tiny distance became an insurmountable chasm

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

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

romantic evening, but time could never be

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 down on

chill ran down her spine, but she closed her eyes, wishing she could sleep through it all

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

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