CEO's Lost Love

In the eyes of others, I had an enviable marriage—my husband was wealthy, powerful, and handsome, treating me with tender care. But no one knew that in our three years of marriage, we could count on our fingers the number of times we'd been intimate. Ever since our child died three years ago, he had distanced himself from me under the pretense of "worshipping Buddha," claiming that those who practice Buddhism must avoid carnal desires. I thought our shared grief had led him to choose avoidance, until that late night... When I carefully prepared, hoping to have another child, he rejected me once again. Later, I saw photos on social media trending topics of him embracing a female celebrity as they entered a hotel, and his gentle appearance as he knelt on one knee holding a three-year-old girl. It turned out he didn't not want children—he just didn't want children with me. When he brazenly brought his mistress and illegitimate daughter home and demanded I give up the master bedroom, I finally understood—I was nothing more than a tool for him to maintain appearances. What broke me completely was when they "accidentally" knocked over my daughter's urn, and he actually laid hands on me for the first time, all to protect them. He didn't know that inside that small box was my last remaining hope in this world. The divorce papers are signed, with 29 days left in the cooling-off period. This time, I will never look back!