My Sweetheart Is the Male Protagonist of the Pornographic Novel

On our tenth anniversary, Benjamin was working overtime. By now, this was no longer surprising to me.

When did he start forgetting our special days? How long had it been since he last remembered?

But my mind, heavy with fever, couldn’t dwell on these thoughts for long.

The housemaid Benjamin had hired was off today, citing urgent matters at school.

It left me feeling oddly uneasy. In the vast emptiness of our grand villa, I lay alone on the couch, paralyzed by a high fever of 102°F, helpless as a stranded fish.

Yet, with sheer willpower, I managed to dial 911 for an ambulance.