I married a reclusive millionaire to save my granddaughter’s life — nothing more. “This is just a transaction,” I told myself the day I signed the papers. He barely looked at me, always wearing gloves, always distant. But one night, I heard a loud crash in his study. When I rushed in, he snapped, “Don’t come any closer!” Then he pulled off his gloves… and when I saw his scarred, trembling hands, I finally understood the secret he’d been hiding.
My name is Sarah Mitchell, and I never thought marriage would become a desperate decision instead of a dream. But when my granddaughter Lily was diagnosed with a rare heart condition, desperation became my only language. The doctors were clear: she needed surgery within months, and the cost was far beyond anything my family could…