My husband always wants to be intimate with me during my period. I suggested we choose another time, but he just said: “If you don’t want to, you can refuse me. There’s no need to ask me to change the rules after we’ve already done it.” I had no comeback. After all, in our four years of marriage, he only ever wanted to be close to me during those few days. Then, on my thirtieth birthday, a young woman came to the hospital for a consultation: “Dr. Reed, is there any way I can stop getting my period?” “My husband has a high libido, and every time I’m on my period, he holds back so pitifully to protect me. He’s afraid he won’t be able to control himself, so he doesn’t even come to see me during those days.” Thinking of Liam Hayes, who was the complete opposite of her husband, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy, but I still nodded. The young woman joyfully called her husband. But then, I heard Liam Hayes’s voice coming from the phone. My heart literally stopped. After the girl hung up, she excitedly shared with me: “Dr. Reed, I’ve known my husband since high school. He used to come to my school every day to see me, but he never wanted to date me because he said I wasn’t old enough.” “It wasn’t until my eighteenth birthday party that I truly became his. Since then, except for the beginning of each month, he’s claimed me every night, for four years, right up to today.” “Every time we’re intimate after my period, I can see traces of blood on him. It must be because he’d held back so much he literally bled!” “Amy, does your husband do that too?” My fingers, clutching the ultrasound probe, turned white from the force, and my knuckles gave a faint crack. Liam Hayes and I had been married for four years, and we’d been intimate a total of 48 times—each time on the fifteenth of the month, when my period started. He was notorious in our professional circles for being utterly indifferent to women. Even when important clients tried to set him up, he’d flat-out refuse, not caring about appearances. All his assistants and staff were male. There wasn’t a single woman, not even a fly, was ever around him. So, for all these years, I never suspected he had another woman, and I’d secretly reveled in the thought that I was different. Taking a deep breath, I managed to say: “Honey, you’re still young, and you shouldn’t be so careless with your body. You need to tell your husband to learn some self-control.” “I can only prescribe some regulating medication. How effective it is depends on the individual.” I refused to believe such a dramatic coincidence could really happen. So, at that moment, I kept telling myself it was just a similar voice. After prescribing Kenzie’s medication, I sat uneasily by the window, wondering if I should prescribe something for myself too. After all, with things like this every month, not only was our relationship growing colder, but I couldn’t even get pregnant. But the next second, a chill shot from my feet to my brain. Liam Hayes’s luxury car pulled up downstairs at the hospital. The young girl, with practiced ease, slipped into the passenger seat, and they embraced, starting to kiss. They even made the luxury car *rock* right there in the busy hospital parking lot after she slammed the door shut! My colleagues flocked to the window to watch the spectacle, buzzing with comments: “These young people today are just too wild! I’m blushing just watching them.” “Hey, Dr. Reed? Aren’t you usually the first one to gossip? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” Because that fleeting face, that was my husband! My ascetic, cold husband! Trembling, I locked the doors and windows, then pulled out my phone to call Liam. The moment the call connected, before I could even sigh in relief, I heard Liam’s impassioned groan through the phone: “My little sweetheart, it’s only been one night, and I miss you so much!” “After all this time, why are you still blushing?” I clamped my hand over my mouth, fighting back the nausea, forcing myself not to make a sound. “Honey, I specially came to the hospital to get my period regulated, so you won’t have to hold back for me anymore. Are you happy?” After a moment of silence, his voice softened: “So happy, I can’t even speak.” I don’t know how I got home, or how I self-flagellated under a cold shower, drenching my body again and again. Liam and I met through family introductions. Everyone thought we were a perfect match – similar backgrounds, handsome and beautiful. Seven days after meeting him, I unhesitatingly accepted his proposal. Many friends in our circle who knew him advised me to think it over, saying Liam lived like a robot. Despite his money and good looks, he was too boring for someone as passionate as me. But no one knew that over twenty years ago, Liam and I were both kidnapped at a gala. I was on the brink of death, and he was the one who kept waking me up, allowing me to hold on until we were rescued. He was my savior, and the subject of countless blushes during my teenage years. As I thought this, the doorbell rang. It was a package Liam had sent home. The recipient was Kenzie Miller—the young woman from the clinic earlier that day. Inside the package were custom-made luxury heat patches for period pain and diamond-studded sanitary pads. Also on her period on the fifteenth of the month. She could have the best care products. And I, Liam Hayes’s only wife, had to satisfy him during my period, and then *thank him* for it!
Liam didn’t come home all night. My SnapChat messages filled the chat window. He never explained himself to me, nor did he care about my feelings. For him, finding a woman to appease his parents’ nagging, and giving me a million a month in spending money, was his greatest benevolence. I was the one stubbornly loving him, believing that one day I could melt his frozen heart. Before I could fully process things, Kenzie Miller ran in, her eyes red and swollen: “Amy, can you please give me some painkillers? My husband was really too rough last night.” The uncanny coincidence made me wonder if she was deliberately making a scene in front of me. But as a doctor, I couldn’t refuse a patient’s request. I took a deep breath, motioned for her to lie down, and prepared to take an X-ray. But just as I took out the sterilized instruments, Kenzie suddenly groaned in pain: “I’m so sorry, Amy, I didn’t know you were Liam’s wife. I really didn’t mean it, he never told me any of this, and I didn’t know I was the other woman.” “You can hit me, scold me, or even remove my uterus if you want, but please, please don’t make me leave Liam, okay?” “I really, really love him.” “Bang!” I was shoved with tremendous force into the instrument cabinet. Glass shattered instantly, and a sharp pair of forceps plunged straight into my eye. Blood gushed out, and in the blurry instant before my vision gave out, I saw Liam Hayes, holding Kenzie close in his arms. He was in a sharp suit, his cold face softened with a hint of distress. The moment he looked at me, his brows furrowed: “If I hadn’t happened to pass by, would you have already removed her uterus?” “Is this your medical ethics? Is this how you were raised, Amy!?” Each word pierced my heart like a knife. I lay on the ground, gasping, stubbornly craning my neck: “Raised? After finding out your husband has been cheating with another woman for four years, am I still supposed to cherish her and treat her like gold!?” “You attacked me without question, and cheated for four years—is *that* what you call being well-raised!?” I thought my breakdown would at least make Liam feel a shred of shame. But I had overestimated my standing in his heart. He calmly led Kenzie to a treatment bed, meticulously and gently examining her from the tips of her hair to her toes. It wasn’t until he noticed a fake eyelash had fallen off that his whole demeanor turned icy. He advanced towards me, the oppressive aura of a powerful man looming over me: “Amelia Reed, I don’t like airing private matters like this, and I especially don’t like you hurting Kenzie.” “I can grant your wish and let you remain my legal wife for life, but you will pay for what you did today.” He carefully carried Kenzie out, leaving only me, bloody and mangled, and my assistant in the examination room. Just because Kenzie’s fake eyelash had fallen off. My husband ordered someone to pluck out every single one of my eyelashes. Just because Kenzie’s manicure was chipped. My ‘light’ demanded that all my fingernails be torn out. I fainted and woke up again, the floor covered in dried blood, my once loving heart numb with pain. I grabbed my phone and called Liam: “Liam Hayes, I’m divorcing you!” It was the first time he’d answered my call instantly. After a moment of silence, his hoarse, deep voice came through: “Come find me.” After a quick bandage, I stubbornly dressed myself to look alluring and dignified. But no matter how much makeup I put on, my eyes always lacked Kenzie’s innocent, naive sparkle. Yet, when I first married Liam, I was even brighter and more innocent than her. I wiped off and redrew my makeup again and again, arriving at the business club after dark. This was the first time Liam had ever met me anywhere other than our home. In all our years of marriage, he never needed a female companion, never needed a wife for social engagements, and never wanted to introduce me to his friends. So this was the first time I learned that the lavish “Kenzie & Liam’s Love” was Liam Hayes’s establishment. Kenzie Miller and Liam Hayes’s love. I gave a self-deprecating laugh. The private room door was slightly ajar, and I heard men’s laughter from inside: “You bastard, Amy never blamed you after all these years of your crap, so why is she suddenly divorcing you today?” “Honestly, even if you don’t like her, you shouldn’t be doing it every month during her special time, right? If you really made her sick, how would you explain it to Mr. Reed? He’s abroad, but if he comes back, he’ll make you pay.” Liam stubbed out his cigarette, his voice incredibly calm: “She’d be thrilled! Doesn’t she always practically throw herself at me, cleaning herself up and waiting in bed?” “She could refuse me, but she always seems to enjoy it.” “Besides, every month when Kenzie gets her period, I can’t bear to ask her to ‘help me out,’ so I have to make do with you.” Laughter erupted in the room, one after another. My face turned pale as I leaned against the door, humiliation and hatred consuming me. Yes, it was true. I craved that one chance a month to be intimate with him. I couldn’t bear to push him away when my body was most vulnerable. I accidentally bumped the door open, stumbling awkwardly and falling towards Liam. Surprisingly, he didn’t dodge. After steadying me, his face darkened: “What kind of outfit is that?” His sudden concern made my heart race, completely catching me off guard. “Trying to look young. It’s ugly.” I froze. I closed my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked up at him: “I’m here to talk about the divorce.” The people in the room discreetly dispersed, thoughtfully closing the door behind them. Liam lay sprawled on the couch, his legs spread, eyes fixed on my face as he raised an eyebrow: “You were the one who wanted to marry me back then, and now you’re the one insisting on divorce.” Just as I was about to get angry, he pulled me into his arms, his chiseled face suddenly pressing close. He kissed my lips without warning. The smell of alcohol instantly hit me. My legs went weak, uncontrollably. Four years of marriage, and this—this was the first time he had ever kissed me. But the next second, he pushed me away, his eyes filled with hatred and sarcasm: “You’ve really stooped low. If you love me, why use such cheap tricks to get my attention?” “I’m warning you, this is the first and last time.” “If you ever upset Kenzie again, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
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