My husband lost a bet and used our living expenses to threaten me.

"Kneel down, suck their toes, suck one foot for 10,000 dollars."

The mistress was smug on the side, "See, I told you the bet I proposed was fun."

Peeling, blisters, and the sour and stinky smell of feet were pressed against my face, and the plot of being humiliated in my previous life returned.

I just wanted to take revenge on the people who have humiliated me in this life a hundredfold.

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"Rosalie Taylor, go back right now."

I was bathing the child when I suddenly received a call from my husband Eric Taylor, who sounded urgent.

When I arrived, I realized it was a high-end private bath center, and Eric was having a party with friends.

He was wearing a bathrobe, half lying on a genuine leather sofa, with a cigarette in his mouth and his feet crossed on the coffee table.

When he saw me coming in, he frowned and looked at me with disgust.

"You need living expenses, right? Kneel down and suck their toes, sucking one foot for 10,000 dollars."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was immediately a burst of laughter around.

I looked around in surprise. There were six men and one woman in the private room, all wearing bathrobes and slippers, lazily lying on the sofa.

Before I could speak, the mistress next to Eric, Laura, began to flirt, "Let the doctor of massage, who is a top student, sauna with your feet. It must be very comfortable."

"Start quickly, I can't help but want to record it and study it carefully when I go back."

In my previous life, Eric cut off my source of income half a year ago because he was dissatisfied with me hindering his affair.

I was alone with three daughters, and I couldn't even afford to buy a dollar of meat.

On the other hand, I often saw Laura posting various high-end restaurants, scenic spots, and luxury goods on social media, with captions like, "Thank you, Eric."

At that time, when my mother, who had always loved me, broke her waist, my dad gathered around and was still 50,000 dollars short of the surgery fee, so he asked if I had any way.

I went to beg Eric.

He said, "If you want money, let your dad come and kneel down to beg me."

I refused to compromise at that time.

Later, he made a bet with someone at a party. If he lost, the bet was for me to suck their toes.

I refused.

He threatened me with my daughter and my mom.

In my previous life, I endured the humiliation of others and did it, still hoping for old feelings.

But the fact was, he was more excited than anyone else, always cheering on the side.

Later, I learned that it was because my family had good financial conditions when we got married. After marriage, my dad helped him start his business with money and effort. He was accused of living off a woman.

After my parents fell into poverty, he wanted to humiliate me more than anyone else.

Thinking of this, I shook my head and said, "I don't need these living expenses. Your daughters can't go to school."

After speaking, I turned around and prepared to leave.

Eric was furious.

He harshly said, "Think about your daughter and your mother. Three losers and one sickly woman. As long as you dare to refuse, I will immediately have someone kick your mother out of the hospital. As for your daughter, you won't see them again."

I was just about to argue that it was a society ruled by law now, and I wouldn't be intimidated.

My phone 'ring ring ring' rang a few times. I opened my phone and saw that Dad had sent several messages.

"Rosalie, do you have any solution over there?"

"Your mother was just insisting on leaving the hospital, saying she won't have the surgery and will go home to rest."

"But I asked the doctor, and the doctor said that if she doesn't have the surgery soon, she will soon be paralyzed."

A few minutes later, my dad sent another message, "Rosalie, I know you have a lot of pressure raising children. How about we give up on the treatment and go home happily with your mom?"

I took a deep breath and asked Eric, "Ten thousand dollars for one foot, right?'

Eric nodded.

I started to carefully examine their feet.

They thought I was about to start and voluntarily stretched out their feet for me to see.

They looked at each other, showing disdain and excitement.

Laura looked at everyone and couldn't help but exclaim, "See, I told you the bet I proposed was fun."

"Look at how professional Sister Rosalie is. She must have seen countless feet. Who wants to go first? Sign up and line up," She said while raising her phone to take pictures.

In my previous life, Laura posted a video of me licking someone else's feet online, causing me to be socially isolated.

Many people despised and avoided me, and even my daughter was ridiculed by her classmates at school. They insulted my daughters, saying that the daughters of a bitch would also become bitches when she grew up.

Later, they spent their days in nightclubs and bars, playing with various men, becoming the kind of people that others despise.

I asked them why.

To my surprise, they retorted, "If you can sacrifice your dignity for money, why can't we? Besides, what we do is much better than what you do."

After I was poisoned to death by Laura, all three of my daughters were kicked out and left destitute, with no one to rely on.

On the contrary, Laura and her daughter started living a worry-free life and were respected by others.

I thought about my adorable daughter who was just cuddling in my arms a moment ago, and compared her to the messy and destitute appearance of them in their adulthood in my previous life.

I truly regretted that in my previous life. In order to maintain a complete family and fight for property, I kept on enduring and retreating.

In the end, I failed to educate my daughters, failed to obtain the property, and gave them the worst example for their lives.

In this new life, I must lead my daughters to live a different life.

I gathered my thoughts and pointed at the feet of two of them.

"Your feet are peeling, blistering, itchy, and smelly. This is a typical athlete's foot. It can be contagious as long as you soak your feet in the same pool as others."

After I finished speaking, people around immediately started whispering and felt a strange smell in the air. They covered their noses one after another.

Laura impatiently said, "Saying so much, do you have it or not? Do you still need living expenses?"

"Yes, of course. However, I can only bite but not suck. How about Laura showing me?"

Laura's face immediately turned ugly, her eyebrows furrowed, looking like she wanted to hit me.

She turned her gaze to Eric and widened her eyes as if asking him for help.

Eric stared at me for two seconds, then stretched his foot towards Laura's face, "Show her."

"There are too many people here, I'm afraid..." Laura wanted to refuse, but when she saw Eric's clearly cold face, she swallowed her words.

Then she demonstrated seriously and devoutly. Eric half-closed his eyes, looking like he was enjoying it.

I endured the liquid rising in my stomach, and praised her teaching while recording with my phone.

A few minutes later, Laura stopped and took a sip of water, but every time she spoke, I felt an indescribable smell in the air.

One of the fat and big-eared men couldn't help but say, "Let me go first."