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

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

eyes filled with pain. He reluctantly got off the bed, picked up his coat, glanced back at

the door locking outside crushed Lena’s heart. A sudden, painful sensation overwhelmed her,

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

romantic evening, but time could never be

sliced the cake and stored it in the refrigerator. She then carefully placed the diamond

her eyes, wishing she

–

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

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 liquor