After I Heard My Aloof Husband's Inner Voice

It was the third year of my business marriage to Lu Zhiyan when he suggested we sleep in separate rooms. His excuse was, "I have a lot of surgeries and an irregular schedule. I don't want to disturb you." I quietly nodded, watching his rigid back as he moved into the guest room, my fingers clutching the pregnancy test results. We were a model couple in society's eyes, affectionate in public, but in private we had an unspoken arrangement. At the beginning and middle of every month, we would fulfill our marital duties twice. That continued until his genius surgical resident junior returned from abroad. He started canceling on me more and more often, even spending whole nights at the hospital, supposedly because he had a difficult operation. I took the divorce papers I'd signed and went to...