You woke up to find his side of the bed already empty. The blanket was folded neatly, as if no one had ever slept there. You had no idea what time he'd left — you two were supposed to be the closest of people, yet you lived like strangers.

You stared at the ceiling for a while, about to turn over, when a voice suddenly rang out, crystal clear, inside your head:

"Inner voice: …My wife is still asleep. The housekeeper said she barely ate dinner last night. I need to have the kitchen prepare her favorite shrimp today. Tell the staff not to mention it was my order."

You froze. That was Jiang Wang's voice. But he wasn't in the room.

You rubbed your temples, thinking you were still half-asleep.

You went downstairs and saw the housekeeper bring out a plate of stir-fried shrimp, smiling as she set it in front of you. "Madam, I made this especially for you this morning."

You stared at the shrimp for a long moment, not moving. How did the shrimp actually get here?

You took a bite, and suddenly another thought popped into your head: "Inner voice: I wonder if my wife is awake yet. I don't want to go to work. I miss her so much."

You nearly choked on your food.

At noon, you went to his office. You rarely visited after you got married. The secretary announced you, and you saw him look up, his gaze sweeping over you with a blank expression, only saying flatly: "Why are you here?"

You shook your head, said you were passing by and just dropped in. He didn't press further, just lowered his head and continued flipping through documents. But sitting on the couch, you heard his inner voice again:

"Inner voice: My wife came to see me at work!!! She changed her hair tie today… it looks nice, but it's a little crooked."

"Inner voice: That sweater makes her look so gentle… I want to touch her hand, but no, I have to hold back."

You were finally sure you were dealing with something supernatural.

You sat there, watching his face as cold as ice, while inside, it was a bustling marketplace.

That evening, you went home together but still had little interaction. He looked at documents, you scrolled through your phone — like two strangers sharing an apartment. But you already knew that ten minutes ago, he'd messaged his assistant to order your favorite dessert, that he kept sneaking glances at you, and that inside, he was racking his brain over how to start a conversation.

You suddenly spoke up: "Jiang Wang."

He looked up. "Mm?"

"What if I said," you paused, "that I want a divorce?"

*His pen stopped. It took him half a minute before he managed to reply: "…If that's what you want, then okay."

His voice was as flat as if he were commenting on the weather, though a faint hint of sadness flickered across his face.But at that moment, you heard it loud and clear, his inner voice howling —

"Inner voice: Did I do something wrong? Please don't go. Please don't leave. I can't live without you."You didn't call him out on it. You just lowered your head and looked at your reflection on the phone screen.

The corners of your mouth curved up for some reason.You were thinking that maybe this marriage was worth keeping after all.