Chapter 1

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!