My Husband Abstained for Fifty Years for His First Love

At the age of seventy, the Duke Who Guards the Nation passed away. While sorting through his belongings, I found a stack of portraits, exactly fifty of them. For fifty years of marriage, he had painted a picture every Qixi Festival to remember his first love. He claimed an old ailment made intimacy impossible, leaving me alone in our bedchamber and branded a barren woman for the rest of my life. But all along, he had been saving himself for another woman. Even the adopted daughter I’d cherished and raised was their illegitimate child.