After four years of marriage, I sold all my property and chose to stand by him through the hard times.

He's getting better and often gives me some "gifts" that make me blush and my heart race.

It wasn't until late that night that I happened to find him doing a color live stream.

...

At three o 'clock in the morning, I collapsed feebly in the bathroom, watching the live broadcast on my phone.

That was my bedroom, and it was my wedding bed with Jack Ryan.

It's being filmed 360 degrees by four cameras right now.

The title of the live stream made my blood flow back.

-- Tempting beauty in the dead of night, please watch freely.

My palms are trembling involuntarily. At three o 'clock in the morning, I should have slept soundly until dawn.

But an irregular laugh woke me up, and that sound came from the study.

I got up quietly and saw Jack Ryan speaking to the computer with his back to me through the crack:

"Guys, it was my wife who just live-streamed. How are you?"

The barrage of comments was swirling wildly, and the screen was filled with foul language that made me sick.

"Why don't you go on? Pull off the blanket and show us your whole body."

"That pajama wasn't tempting enough last time. Try something new!"

Jack Ryan chuckled softly:

"Don't worry. There's a windfall today."

He turned and walked towards the bedroom.

I quickly hid in the bathroom and watched him walk towards my bed with his phone through the crack of the door.

He froze for a moment when he saw the empty wedding bed.

Then he went back to his study as if nothing had happened, and I just entered the live stream.

"My wife may have gone to the toilet. I'll turn on all the cameras for you first."

"When she comes out, there will be something good to see."

"For now, I'll give you a taste of the sweetness."

Then he opened his phone album towards the camera.

The album was full of pictures and videos taken of me when I was unprepared.

From bathing, changing clothes, to sleeping and daily life scenes, it's all there.

Then he highlighted one of them.

That was a photo of me trying on his new 'gift' tonight.

In the photo, I was in a seductive pose facing the person being photographed.

I never expected that he would show my photo so blatantly to a stranger.

"Ha ha, guys, are you satisfied this time?"

I covered my mouth, and tears slid down quietly.

From what he said, it was obvious that this wasn't the first time he had done this kind of live stream.

The constant scrolling of comments also clearly confirmed this.

And this large computer screen was a gift I gave him to encourage him.

"The way she slept last night in my new underwear was even more alluring, but unfortunately not clear enough."

Jack Ryan laughed unrestrainedly.

"Don't worry, these are just appetizers."

"But I know guys love this, don't you?" Jack Ryan sneered to the camera.

"And the 'gifts' I've been giving her recently have become more and more straightforward."

A flood of comments:

"I pay two thousand for the bath video!"

"Three thousand, I want something more private!"

Jack Ryan, like an auctioneer, keeps getting the men to bid passionately in his live stream.

"Deal! Send me a private message. The video categories are very clear."

The more I watched, the more my head buzzed and my body sank into an ice hole.

Just a month ago, Jack Ryan, whose company had just gone bankrupt, was still hugging me and crying his head down:

"I'm sorry, honey. It's my fault for being useless."

I sold all my savings, even mortgaged the house my parents left me, and handed it all over to him to start a new business.

He's really getting better recently and always gives me gifts

-- Clear underwear, bath balls, new mobile phones, life-sized mirrors...

Now I realize that these are all his' props'.

"My baby has been messing around with me again recently."

Jack Ryan complained to the screen, "For the sake of having my child in her womb, I'll have to keep draining this ATM."

It turns out I've been just his ATM all along.

Then who is the "baby" he's talking about?

I bit the back of my hand so hard that I wouldn't cry out.

The live stream went on and Jack Ryan began showing off my personal belongings.

"Next week's VIP package is ready, and old users are welcome to renew."

To avoid arousing his suspicion, I quickly walked out of the bathroom.

I wrapped myself up tightly in the quilt, and the Bluetooth headphones beside me were still revealing all kinds of bad things.

I don't know how I managed to make it to the end of the live stream.

Outside the window, the first light of dawn has already appeared, and my world has collapsed.

Everything just now is lingering in my mind.

I pretended to be fast asleep and heard Jack Ryan tipsy back to bed.

He put his hand around my waist, which was my most reassuring position.

Now it makes me so sick that I want to throw up.

After dawn, Jack Ryan kissed me on the forehead:

"I have an important meeting today and I'll be back later."

I forced a smile: "OK, be careful on the way."

As soon as he left, I rushed to the study.

Searching the live streaming software hidden in the deepest part, password records allowed me to log in directly to his account.

I trembled as I clicked on the history, each one stinging my eyes.

[Late-night Live: Bathing Perks for My Wife]

[The whole process of my wife trying on Qingqu underwear]

[Video of a Secret Your Wife Didn't Know]

I clicked on the membership section, and the membership price list popped up immediately:

The membership is divided into several tiers: regular membership at 99 yuan per month, VIP membership at 999 yuan per month, and premium VIP membership at 9,999 yuan per month.

And the number of members is actually over a thousand.

At that moment, I suddenly understood what he meant by "starting a business."

It turned out that he was using me for color live streaming.

Thinking of everything I gave up for him, my vision went black.

To support his business venture, I quit my job as a designer.

To take care of his feelings, I gave up all social activities.

I sold off all my savings so that he could make a comeback.

Trembling, I clicked on the private message section, and a user named "Jack's Baby" appeared frequently.

In the chat records, they talked about me without restraint:

"Jack, did the ATM transfer money to you today?"

"It just arrived and she thought I was preparing for a new company."

"Pretty silly, by the way, the baby is so well-behaved today, maybe a little princess."

Baby?

Just as I was thinking, a message popped up on my phone:

"Hey, are you the heroine of the late-night live stream?"

My heart almost stopped beating.

I immediately closed all the pages and blocked this person's number. By then, cold sweat had soaked through my back.

In the afternoon, I went out early and hid at the entrance of my neighborhood to wait for Jack Ryan.

He showed up soon, dressed in a suit and looking very energetic.

How could he look like a dispirited businessman after going bankrupt?

I followed him far away, through three streets, to an upscale restaurant.

Through the glass I saw Jack Ryan embracing a young woman.

The woman was dressed in a sophisticated maternity gown, with a prominent bulge in her abdomen.

They looked intimate, and Jack Ryan's hand touched her belly from time to time.

It was a tender look I had never seen before.

I felt so weak that I clung to the wall and didn't fall down.

That "Jack's Baby" was found.

And she was pregnant with Jack Ryan's child.

I, suppressing the urge to go up and tear them apart, sat quietly near their table.

The verdant plants were enough to cover my body.

"I've picked a house. I'll pay the down payment when the ATM transfers some money over."

Jack Ryan held the woman's hand.

The woman pouted and complained, "When will you be able to get rid of her?" My belly is getting bigger and bigger."

He kept kissing the back of her hand:

"Baby, hold on for at most two more months, and when I finish some finishing work, I can send her away."

"Oh? What are you going to do?"

Hearing this, I felt cold all over.

I never expected that the person I've been with for years would have such a heavy heart.

Did they want me to die by accident?

"Will she really not find out about that live broadcast?"

"The woman asked worriedly.

Jack Ryan sneered:

"What are you afraid of? So what if she finds out? Those videos are my bargaining chips."

"If she dares to make a fuss, I'll make the videos all over the Internet and ruin her reputation."

"Baby wants to eat lobster."

The woman changed the topic and said coquettishly.

Jack Ryan patted her hair affectionately:

"I bought it all for you and ordered the famous watch you saw last week."

I gritted my teeth and turned to leave.

All the items they talked about were the money I got from selling my parents' house.

When I got home, I went straight to the safe and entered the password, only to find 'unidentifiable'.

He changed his password!

I forced it open with the spare key, but it was empty inside.

The passbook, the jewelry, and the property title were all gone.

I slumped to the ground, completely in despair.

When the sun went out, Jack Ryan finally returned.

There was still a contented smile on his face and a hint of glistening at the corners of his mouth.

"Dear, how are you today?"

I held back the urge to vomit: "It's okay, just a little uncomfortable."

He immediately touched my forehead with concern: "Do you have a fever? Shall I go to the hospital?"

The man who was mocking my figure last night is now pretending to care.

"It's okay. Maybe I'm just too tired."

"Then have a good rest."

He paused. "Yes, there's an important dinner party tomorrow and I need you to come with me."

"What dinner party?" "

I felt something was off.

"The party of potential investors is very important. I really need you to keep me company."

His tone was full of supplication.

But looking at his disguised face, I immediately understood that it must be a trap.

But I had no choice but to nod.

The next evening, Jack Ryan took me to an upscale hotel.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt something was wrong.

The male guests' eyes were piercing, and they looked at me with naked desire and inquiry.

A man whispered to someone beside him:

"Is that her? Pretty than in the live stream."

My blood froze.

Jack Ryan put his arm around my waist and kissed me on the forehead in front of everyone.

"Everyone, this is my wife, Lvy Lane."

Applause rang out, accompanied by an ambiguous whistle.

A man in a suit approached and reached out his hand to me:

"Finally, I saw the real person. It's even more beautiful than on the screen." "

The scrutiny in his eyes sent shivers down my spine.

It was as if I were a commodity for sale.

Jack Ryan brought a glass of wine: "Have some red wine to relax."

I took the glass and looked around warily.

The male guests gathered in twos and threes, constantly looking at me, sometimes laughing softly, sometimes whispering to each other.

A terrifying thought suddenly emerged in my mind.

...

I found the restroom and immediately opened my phone to search for the live stream.

After paying the membership fee, I indeed found a fan group inside:

[Late-night Live Fan Club]

The group announcement reads exactly:

[Big bonus! July 15th in-person meet-and-greet with the live heroine!]

And today happens to be July 15th.

This is not a business dinner party. It's clearly a live fan meeting he held!

Those blatant glances, those ambiguous smiles, those inexplicable familiarities...

They've all seen my private videos!

I leaned against the wall, almost fainting.

The door was pushed open and Jack Ryan sneered in:

"What are you hiding from? "Go out and socialize."

I stared at him intently:

"This is a live fan meeting, isn't it?"

"You know, that's smart."

"Today is the 'reality show' they paid a lot to see. Don't let me down."

I didn't expect Jack Ryan to start putting on no pretense.

Back in the hall, there was a commotion.

At the entrance of the restaurant, the pregnant woman came gracefully.