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."

Of course, I remembered him. In my previous life, he was also the most active one. Without waiting for me to speak, he directly put his foot on my face, and a strong sour smell came over. I kept retching, and he was very disgusted, saying, "With your quality, even if you sell yourself, no one would want you."

At that time, others followed him and tried various ways to torture and humiliate me.

After calming down, I brushed away the stray hair by my ear and pointed at the fat and big-eared man, "Your wife's name is Lucille, she lives at No. 23 Burjee Street, Yellow Avenue, and her phone number is 98023..."

I took turns pointing out the information of the wives of the men present.

Their expressions froze as if they didn't understand why I said these words.

I cleared my throat, "It's not interesting to earn this money by myself. If I want to earn, I will let everyone's wives earn together."

"You tell me, if I tell them that their husbands are in the bathhouse, and as long as they suck their toes, they will get 10,000 dollars, do you think they will come right away?"

The men present were not stupid. Everyone came out to have some fun and no one wanted to overthrow the flag at home.

One of the men was scared and said, "Rosalie, let's talk properly. If you have any difficulties, we will help." After speaking, he looked at the others present.

Then he continued, "If you have any requests, you can bring them up, and we will solve them together."

"Not much. He said 10,000 dollars for one foot. Give me as many 10,000 dollars as the number of feet you have. Once I receive the money, I will leave immediately."

Eric told them not to listen to me.

I picked up my phone and dialed the number.

Finally, each of them gave me 20,000 dollars.

Before leaving, Laura put on a pitiful look and said, "You don't love Eric at all. You are not willing to do even such a small thing for him."

"I really love him. Please divorce and give him back to me."

I looked at Laura and said, "You are really funny. I have a good relationship with my husband. Why should I get a divorce? Maybe you just have a natural inclination for this kind of man."

Before leaving, I quietly left a message for the kind person who 'supported' me.

"Do you know where your wife's information comes from? It's all collected by my husband, just to control you."

"If you don't believe it, you can check if there are two pinhole cameras next to the TV in the room."

They did see the cameras there. No matter how Eric explained, they all felt that he was framing them and left angrily.

Of course, Eric didn't have the intention to frame his good brother. It's just that I remembered in my previous life that a club was exposed to hidden cameras, so I took the opportunity to take back some interest.

After going out, I shared the video I just recorded with the wives of those people. As a woman, I must help women see through men.

On Saturday morning, the weather was fine. I had breakfast at home with my child when Laura came to visit with a girl about eight years old.

I stood at the door and asked them what they wanted.

"Rosalie Taylor, I beg you, I really can't lose Eric, and my daughter can't be without a father. Please give Eric back to us."

As soon as she finished speaking, she instructed her daughter, "Meggie, quickly kneel down and beg this beautiful and kind aunt to have mercy and give our father back to us."

With a "clang", the sound of bones falling to the ground.

Her daughter knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, "Please, beautiful aunt. I am eight years old this year and have never seen my father. Please, please give my father back to me."

Laura also knelt down, tears streaming down her face.

It was on the weekends, that many people went out for morning coffee and exercise, and they all stopped and looked at me.

"I have been with Eric for ten years, accompanying him from the low point to now. In order to help him, I also have a lot of illness," Laura said weakly.

The surrounding crowd began to whisper and point at me, "So she is the third party. She always takes care of the children herself and has three daughters. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Don't associate with her, she has bad behavior."

"She is so ugly and so flirtatious; she must not be a good person."