“Honey, let’s make a baby together so that you won’t leave me.”

I resisted, but my husband ignored it and forced himself onto me.

After that, I did it with him 520 times, each time a nightmare for me.

Even when he was on business trips, he had to monitor my every move via video, terrified that I would run away.

However, one day, I received an invitation to an art exhibition.

The intimate gestures between my husband and me had been turned into works of art, filling the entire gallery.

My husband held a young female intern by the waist, his gaze sweeping over me with indifference.

“Two years ago, you insisted on going against Tiara over an art collectible and suppressed her during the auction, spending lavishly just to humiliate her.”

“Now there are 520 art pieces here, an exhibition showcasing your disgrace. If you don’t want them falling into someone else’s hands, you’ll need to bid on them one by one.”

I stood in front of a massive nude portrait.

The painting was so realistic that anyone could immediately see that the woman in it was me.

The mocking voices around me never stopped.

“Mr. Fuller, the Jackson Group just got involved in a tax scandal a few days ago, and a grave was accidentally dug up on the land they just bought. The project was halted and their capital is running low. Raquel Jackson is so broke that she might even have to sell herself soon. She wouldn’t have the money to win the bids now, would she?”

“Exactly. With the crowd hyping it up, just this painting alone could sell for millions. Even if she wants to win the bid, she can’t afford it.”

“But if Ms. Jackson is willing to spend a night with me, I wouldn’t mind helping her win one.”

The moment he finished his sentence, the entire exhibition hall entered a state of uproar.

Countless malicious gazes fell on me, as if I were some irresistible commodity on display.

Matthew Fuller merely raised a brow at the comment, not the least bit angry.

“Not a bad idea… though it still depends on whether she is willing to accept it.

“What I can guarantee is whoever buys a painting gets the original video for free and a pair of pantyhose with her scent on it. The videos of these 520 pieces are spectacular. You won’t be disappointed.”

Several men’s eyes glowed upon hearing that.

“After what you just said, I almost wanted to buy all 520 paintings myself. Unfortunately though, the only person here who could afford that is you, Mr. Fuller… You’re not going to bid against us, are you?”

Tiara Yorks smiled. “These artworks are here for everyone to appreciate and bid on. Matthew isn’t going to buy them back, of course.”

“Today, the Fuller Group won’t participate in a single auction. Each painting will go to whoever has the ability to win the bids!”

I felt like I had fallen into an icy abyss, my entire body shivering in fear.

In my panic, I accidentally knocked over a vase on display. It shattered, and the shards cut my hand.

The noise drew everyone’s attention.

“Raquel, are you that excited to see yourself turned into artwork?” Tiara’s voice dripped with mockery; her expression was one of gloating.

“Didn’t you like winning bids? Go on and try that again today.”

Matthew shot me an indifferent look. “That vase is worth 10 million. I expect you to compensate the full amount, Ms. Jackson.”

The crowd burst into laughter again.

“Starting off with a 10 million loss… Ms. Jackson has only a little over 90 million left in her accounts. With more than five hundred paintings here, she would be lucky to buy even two.”

“Mr. Fuller really is ruthless to his wife. If he hadn’t kept the issues with that land a secret, the Jackson Group wouldn’t be on the verge of bankruptcy today. She’d still be the pampered heiress who could win every bid for these works of art.”

At those words, I froze in place.

Seconds passed.

One second. Two seconds.

I stared at Matthew in disbelief.

“So you knew from the beginning that the land the Jackson Group bought had problems? That’s why you withdrew your investment midway?”

Matthew’s lips curled up slightly, his eyes filled with disdain and a tinge of hidden hatred.

I struggled to calm my mind. My voice was hoarse.

“Why? Why would you do this to me??

“Was it really because, when we first married, I didn’t give that painting to Tiara? Is that why you’re taking revenge on me?”

Two years ago, I wanted to buy a painting for our home as newlyweds, but Tiara had deliberately bid against me, raising the price by just one dollar each time. She did it over and over, so I bought out the painting in anger.

For the sake of a poor student he once sponsored, he was willing to hurt his own wife like this?

The hatred in Matthew’s eyes only deepened, but he did not answer.

His assistant finally could not hold back. “Mr. Fuller, no matter what, you and Mrs. Fuller are still husband and wife. If these paintings are released, it won’t just be her reputation affected, but yours as well…

“You wouldn’t really go that far, right?”

My heart tightened in my throat.

We had been married for two years. Most people would even develop feelings for a dog after that long.

Matthew was utterly impatient. “Wane, you’re overstepping your boundaries.”

“Matthew, don’t be upset. It’s normal for him to ask,” Tiara said with a gentle smile, as if soothing him. Then, she looked at me.

Her gaze was filled with open provocation.

“Raquel, you’re still wearing clothes from years ago. Is your credit running low? How are you going to win the bids like that?”

Back when the Jackson Group was at its peak, I never wore the same outfit twice.

Tiara was deliberately trying to humiliate me.

Matthew spoke with utter indifference. “If she doesn’t have the money to win the bids, the videos and paintings going public are her problem. What does that have to do with me?”

He picked up the microphone. “Everyone, the private auction for these paintings begins now!”

“However, before we start, Ms. Jackson will need to pay for the vase.”

“Fine.” I forced down the suffocating pain, wiped away my tears quickly, and went backstage to make the payment.

Laughter erupted behind me.

“She answered so fast. Perhaps she is planning to run away because she is broke?”

“What do you think? If I swoop in like a hero to save the damsel in distress, do you think this delicate little princess would spend a night with me?”

“If you really saved her, she would sleep with you as many nights as you want. You could even take her to the gallery bathroom right there and let us hear it live. How exciting would that be?”

“Shut up.”

Matthew’s cold voice cut through the room as he stared in the direction I had left.

Sensing his displeasure, everyone fell silent.

After a while, I returned.

I took a seat right in the center of the auction area. My eyes were swollen and red, but I still held my head high.

“Let’s begin.”

Matthew stared at me for some time, something strange flickering in his gaze.

The humiliation-themed auction of artwork about me officially began.

Every time a painting was displayed, the giant screen beside it showed photos and recorded clips from the original moment, looping endlessly.

My pride and dignity were trampled beneath everyone’s feet.

“The first piece is by realist painter Shawn Wellington. The scene is from Glamour Garden’s swimming pool,” the host said with a meaningful smile, “The starting bid price is three million dollars.”

Gasps filled the room.

“Pool play!”

“You can say what you want, but Ms. Jackson really knows how to have fun. What kind of girl would come up with these ideas? I’ll take this one. Four million!”

“You beast! Who bids like that? Four million and one dollar!”

The host glanced around with a grin and then played a scorching audio clip.

It was a recording of me, drunk by the pool, confessing my love to Matthew.

It seemed that even back then, he had already been preparing for this day.

He had deliberately made things difficult for me and crushed my pride completely.

Tears welled in my eyes as I trembled, looking at Matthew.

He sat there quietly, lips curled in mockery.

“Ms. Jackson, do you confess to any man whenever you’re drunk?”

He obviously knew he was my first love.

I had only confessed to him.

I forced a cold smile onto my lips. “Does it make you happy to take revenge on me like this?”

Matthew tightened his grip on his teacup, then looked at me with a fake smile.

“Oh, I’m thrilled. The more you suffer, the happier I am.”

Tiara held his hand. Only then did his gaze soften a little.

He clearly cared more about her. To avenge the humiliation she had suffered years ago, he had spent two entire years planning all of this just to make me pay a thousandfold.

He had won, completely.

I had finally been hurt enough.

My fingers clenched so tightly they shook. I refused to look at him again.

Disgusting comments kept flooding my ears.

“Damn! I love girls who get all slutty after drinking. Ms. Jackson, I’ll bid ten million for you. One night with me wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?”

“You actually think you can sleep with her? If it’s real, I’ll join the bid with eleven million!”

My hand trembled as I raised my bidding paddle. “I’m going to buy it out.”

Everyone looked at me.

The host sneered. “Ms. Jackson, you’re sure you want to buy it out? There are over five hundred paintings left.”

I slumped back into my seat. “I’m sure.”

“What a pity. I really like pool play.”

“What are you scared of? The others might be even more exciting. Don’t forget that there are over five hundred paintings. Her money won’t last long.”

The host struck the gavel. “Congratulations to Ms. Jackson for buying it out. You will receive the full set of videos, animation clips, and the original swimsuit.”

Cold sweat covered my forehead. I gripped the paddle so tightly my fingertips turned pale.

My thoughts felt hazy as I sat there.

The second piece was immediately brought up. The host announced, “This one is titled ‘First Night’ and has a starting bid of five million.”

The crowd was instantly thrown into an uproar.

“Ms. Jackson was still a virgin when she married Mr. Fuller? I have to get the video of her losing her virginity. Eight million!”

“So all the exciting tendencies she has now was because of Mr. Fuller’s training? Incredible! Eight and a half million!”

The man beside me boldly reached for my leg.

“Ms. Jackson, spend a night with me and I’ll pay to buy this one out.”

I slapped his hand away, my voice cold as ice. “Get lost.”

He scoffed, expression turning vicious.

“Playing innocent now? Aren’t you usually this cheap? Nine million!”

“Eleven million!”

“I’ll buy it out!” I gritted out the words, sweat dampening my palms.

The host glanced at me. “Ms. Jackson, based on your verified assets, you only have thirty million left. You need fifty million to buy this one out.”

My face turned ashen, but I still said, “I’ll buy it out.”

The host laughed disdainfully. “You don’t have enough money.”

I looked at Matthew.

He was already looking at me, yet he didn’t intend to help. Instead, he smirked.

“Why are you looking at me?

“I don’t have a hobby of collecting these things. If you can’t buy it out, then the highest bidder wins.”

Then, Tiara said sweetly, clinging to his arm, “How about I buy this one out on my sister’s behalf?

“Even though we have different mothers, we’re still blood-related sisters.”

A flicker of care flashed in Matthew’s eyes, but the moment he looked back at me, that caring look turned into even deeper hatred.

Everyone in the room was shocked.

“Sisters? That’s huge news!”

“Wow! Mr. Fuller had both sisters to himself?”

Tiara explained in a soft, pitiful voice, “My parents were each other’s first loves. It was Raquel’s mother who stole my father away, breaking them apart. That’s why my mom and I had to live in the countryside. If it weren’t for Mr. Fuller’s support, I wouldn’t have the life I have now.”

Men always fell for this kind of sweet, innocent act. One sentence, zero logic, and they believed every word.

“Tiara really is the better one. She is innocent and kind, not like certain people who inherited all those bad traits…”

A flash of smug satisfaction crossed Tiara’s lips as she looked at me.

“As your little sister, I can only help you once.”