Margaret was determined to get pregnant with her sponsored young boyfriend's child. She brought him home and ordered me to serve him in every possible way to prepare for the pregnancy.

“William has sensitive skin — his underwear must be hand-washed.”

“William has a weak stomach and vomits easily. Change all the juices to strawberry flavor.”

“William hates dog hair. Get rid of that filthy pet of yours.”

No matter how unreasonable her demands were, I obeyed them all.

Even when her little boyfriend was in a foul mood and lashed out at me with a whip, I didn’t utter a word of complaint.

“Margaret,” I said, “you promised that if I behaved and did everything you asked, I could see my two children.”

She smiled lazily, exhaling a ring of smoke into my face.

“Wait until I’m pregnant with William’s baby.”

For the sake of my children, I endured everything.

But then, in an effort to please William, she forced the children into a dog cage and made them bark like animals. When they refused, she flew into a rage and threw them into a safari park.

I knelt before her, begging, “The safari park is dangerous. They’re only five years old—there’s no one to take care of them, they’ll get hurt.”

She laughed coldly.

“It’s your fault they’re so stupid. Can’t even bark like dogs.”

“Five years old? They’re no longer a child. If they can’t survive the zoo, they don’t deserve to be my children.”

Three days later, both of them were bitten to death by a wild venomous snake.

That same night, Margaret spent ten million at an auction to buy a luxury watch for her precious boyfriend.

When she saw me, pale and hollow-eyed, she wrapped her arms around him and scoffed, “Your two pathetic sons—have they learned how to bark yet?”

I said nothing. I stepped to the center of the auction hall, holding two white urns in my hands.

“I’m doing unlimited bidding,” I said. “Buying the lives of two people like dogs!”

——

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Then, ridicule erupted.

“Who are you supposed to be? Wearing rags like that—did you escape from a mental hospital?”

“Unlimited Bidding? Do you even know what that means?”

“Trying to buy human lives? You’re insane. What a joke.”

The mockery grew louder, more vicious.

Someone even tried to drag me out.

Even the staff looked me up and down, their expressions twisted in disdain.

“Sir, our auction is for the elite. Your clothes look five, six years old. This isn’t a place for you. Please leave.”

I looked down at my clothes. Indeed, I had bought them seven years ago.

“James! Are you out of your mind? Embarrassing yourself like this!”

The crowd parted.

Surrounded by a group of well-dressed people, Margaret stormed toward me, furious. She grabbed me by the arm.

“Get out of here! You scared William. Do you really think you belong in a place like this?”

She leaned close and whispered coldly in my ear.

“Why don’t you go home and wash more of William’s clothes... Or maybe you’d rather see your sons a little earlier.”

My body went rigid. I clutched the two urns tighter in my hands and stared straight at her.

“Margaret... they’re already dead.”

They were killed—by their own mother.

When they were found, their little bodies were black and swollen, bitten by a venomous snake.

They died in agony that very day.

At my words, Margaret’s smile faded. Her voice turned to ice.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Yesterday, William personally went to the wildlife park to check on them. Everything was fine, so don't you dare curse them."

I tightly clutched the urn in my arms, my eyes falling dead center on William standing behind her.

It was him again.

Because William was upset, my children were thrown into the wildlife park, where they were bitten to death by venomous snakes.

They had been dead for three days already.

When I received the news, they had already been arranged for cremation. How could William lie so blatantly?

Noticing my resentful gaze, William hurriedly hid behind Margaret, a look of panic on his face.

"He’s glaring at me, it’s so scary."

Margaret shoved me hard, then held William in a protective embrace.

"He scared my baby. How about after we grab that watch you like; we go home tonight and I’ll make it up to you?"

Her young boyfriend smiled in delight, lowering his head to kiss her cheek.

"You're still the one who loves me the most."

Laughter echoed around us.

"Mrs. Leighton is so generous, your husband is truly fortunate."

"If I could marry a wife like Mrs. Leighton, my life would be worth it."

"The difference between men is like the difference between humans and dogs. Just look at this crazy man and then look at Mrs. Leighton husband—it’s like heaven and earth!"

I sneered, coldly eyeing them.

"Do you know who I am? I’m Mrs. Leighton’s husband."

"As for the person you’re talking about, he’s just a shameless mistress I kindly sponsor, taking advantage to climb into bed with her!"

Margaret froze, her eyes flashing with panic.

"What are you babbling about! You’re nothing but our male servant, go back and do your laundry!"

She signaled the bodyguards behind her to throw me out.

I smirked and took out our marriage certificate, scanning the crowd.

"Look closely, the so-called crazy man you all talk about is actually Mrs. Leighton’s husband. Do you really envy him?"

A stunned silence filled the room.

"How is this possible?"

"Weren’t they saying that Mrs. Leighton’s husband is young, handsome and deeply in love with her? I didn’t expect this twist!"

"I can't believe Mrs. Leighton spends so much to unlimited bidding, just to please her lover. She even let the marketing teams call that man her husband—how shameless."

William was pointed at by others, his frown deepening as he looked like he might cry.

Margaret’s eyes turned cold instantly.

"James, do you really want to lose your children forever?"

"If you dare cause any more trouble, I’ll send Nicholas and Geoffry abroad right now and you’ll never see them again in your life!"

She dug her fingers into my waist, coldly threatening.

I forced a bitter smile.

For years, she had despised me for not being young enough, for embarrassing her.

She refused to take me to any social events and eventually, she wouldn’t even acknowledge our marriage.

But it didn’t matter. Ever since Margaret had been fooling around with her young lover on our wedding bed, I had given up on her.

The only reason I hadn’t divorced her was because of the children.

Margaret knew the children were my weak spot.

Sure enough, she locked them away in another house, not letting me see them for two whole years.

Then, when William moved in, Margaret made me serve him while he tried to conceive.

Every day, I even hand-washed his underwear.

I even handed them condoms when they felt like indulging themselves.

And when William hated dog hair, before I had the chance to send the dog away, it was thrown into the door crack and crushed to death.

Even after I broke down, I endured it all.

All I wanted was to divorce her and take the children far away.

I had already bought the plane tickets to leave the country.

But then came the news—Nicholas and Geoffrey were dead.

When I saw their bodies—blackened, swollen, no signs of medical aid—I felt the sky collapse. Poisoned and left to die.

Margaret used to control me through the children. A hundred times and a hundred times she succeeded. She knew I would always give in—for the kids, I would grovel, sacrifice my pride, even my dignity.

But now, she had no leverage.

I lowered my head, gently cradling the urns in my arms and smiled through my tears.

“Nicholas, Geoffrey… You’re with Daddy now. You won’t have to leave me ever again.”

Margaret sneered, her face pale with suppressed fury. “Stop pretending. Those two worthless jars—how dare you make a scene with them?”

She stepped closer, eyes glinting coldly.

“James, I’ll say it one last time—get out. You’re humiliating yourself. What, you think I won’t divorce you?”

Only when I moved closer did I see it—her eyes, brimming with rage. She no longer cared about the stares and whispers around her. She gave her bodyguards a nod and they moved to throw me out.

Some people in the auction hall saw what was happening and wanted to help, but they were quickly stopped.

“Don’t stick your nose into Margaret’s business. You want to go down with him?”

“Look at this guy. Probably deserves it. His wife cheats on him so blatantly and he still doesn’t leave. He’s a joke.”

“Maybe he got himself into this. Foolish enough to marry her—he asked for it.”

The guards threw me out like trash. I nearly lost hold of the urns. Desperate, I lunged forward and used my own body as a cushion.

Barely managed to keep them safe.

“I’m sorry,” I choked through sobs, hugging the urns tight. “I’m sorry, Nicholas… Geoffrey… Daddy failed you…”

One of the guards sneered and kicked me hard. “Why don’t you go back to being a nanny, huh? Stop playing victim.”

“You mess with Mrs. Leighton, you won’t even know how you died.”

And sure enough, that night—

A gossip account posted a video and it exploded online.

In the clip, just over ten seconds long, I was shirtless, kneeling in the snow, being whipped.

The whip had barbs. With every lash, blood gushed from my back.

The headline blazed across the screen:

Scandal! CEO Margaret’s “Husband” Caught Cheating and Whipped in Public!

Within half an hour, it shot to the top of trending searches.

I watched the video, hand trembling, as malicious comments poured in:

[Isn’t this the lunatic who made a scene at the auction today? He cheats and still dares to show his face? Disgusting.]

[Poor people really are pathetic. He probably brought this on himself.]

[That whip wasn’t nearly enough. Should’ve been beaten to death.]

No one knew the truth.

Ever since William moved into the Margaret’s villa, every time he had a bad mood, he’d whip me. Margaret even handed him the barbed whip herself.

Why?

Because years ago, when I was still paying for William’s tuition, my mother walked in on him—in a lace nightgown—lying in our bed, seducing my wife.

My mom was furious. Called him a shameless fox. An ungrateful parasite.

And she lashed him—thirty strokes.

Margaret never forgot.