The Complete Drain Of Love

Everyone in Salt City knew that Michael, the city’s richest man, doted on his wife as if his life depended on it.

As his wife, I was once the object of everyone’s envy.

But when Rachel appeared, I realized for the first time that even the one who loved you the most did not have their heart set in stone.

Afraid I would find out, he hid Rachel in a villa on the outskirts of Salt City and spoiled her beyond imagination, all in a place I could not see.

Yet every time he was intimate with her, Michael would still warn her coldly, “If you ever let Evelyn find out about this, your good days will be over.”

But she was never obedient. Relying on Michael’s favor, she surreptitiously flaunted herself before me every day.

Her presence constantly reminded me that Michael was no longer the man who only had me in his heart.

So, I chose to respect his decision and vanish from his sight.

After I left the villa, I wandered the streets for a long time. It was late at night when I returned home.

As usual, Susan, the housekeeper, brought over some alternative medicine and placed it before me.

A faint metallic tang lingered in the air. I breathed in the familiar scent and fell into a daze.

After marrying Michael, we never conceived a child. A hospital check revealed my womb was the one at fault. It would be difficult for me to conceive.

When I found out, I had wept endlessly. Michael could not bear to see me in that state, so he searched the entire country for renowned doctors.

He finally found a highly respected local practitioner of traditional alternative medicine. That practitioner claimed that blood drawn from a man’s fingertip could be used as a catalyst to help treat a woman’s infertility.

Since then, Michael carried a small knife with him at all times. That way, he could draw blood whenever I needed it.

Over the years, his fingertips had been cut so many times they no longer looked the same.

He even gave up his dreams of playing the piano.

I drank the tonic he prepared with his blood for five years.

I once thought he simply wanted me to recover quickly so that we could have a child together.

I never imagined that his sacrifice was only to ensure I would never bear his child.

At that thought, I gave a bitter smile and shook my head.

I was already struggling to conceive, so why would he go so far?

It seemed clear he truly never wanted me to give birth to his child.

When Michael entered the room, I was still staring blankly at the bowl in my hands.

Seeing me like that, he pulled me into his arms and asked softly, “What are you thinking about, honey? Is the medicine too bitter? Do you want me to get you some candy?”

As he spoke, he seemed to