My husband, Lucas Holmes, lived with me and my parents.

Initially, I had an affection for his younger brother, Lester Holmes, but because of an incident at a class reunion, he exploited my vulnerability and slept with me while I was intoxicated.

This matter became widely known.

My dad had no option but to arrange my marriage to Lucas. However, the condition was that he had to adopt our family name. Lucas came from his father's previous marriage, and ever since his father divorced and remarried, their relationship wasn't very close.

My family was quite well-off, and I had been my parents' pride since I was a child. For him to become our family's son-in-law, Lucas’ father naturally couldn't be happier.

That was how we got married.

However, I was not happy about it because I liked his younger brother.

Due to my lingering dissatisfaction, I constantly targeted him. At night, I made him sleep on the floor and never allowed him on the bed.

During meals, my brother and I mocked and oppressed him, not allowing him to eat in peace.

When I was at gatherings with friends and it rained, even if he kindly came to offer me an umbrella, I would still scold him.

In short, if I didn't scold him, I wouldn't find inner satisfaction.

In short, he was a peculiar person. It was as if he had no temper at all. No matter how my family and I mistreated and oppressed him, he never got angry, always maintaining a gentle demeanor.

As for his looks, he was quite good-looking. But back in our school days, he was extremely shy, struggled with his studies, and had to repeat grades. He became the sort of person that made others shake their heads in disapproval.

However, his younger brother was different; he was charismatic, good-looking, and excelled academically. He was a prominent figure at school.

Thinking about how the budding flame of love between his younger brother and me was extinguished by him, I couldn't help but feel unhappy. In the middle of the night, I got out of bed, kicked him awake as he slept on the floor, and told him I was thirsty.

He was efficient, promptly getting up to fetch me some water.

He was considerate too, remembering to bring me a glass of warm water as autumn approached.

However, when I recalled that night at a class reunion when he took advantage of my vulnerability, I felt a surge of anger. I raised my hand and splashed the entire glass of water onto his face.

Even in that situation, he didn't get angry, silently heading to the bathroom.

As I watched his tall, silent figure, a hint of guilt arose in my heart.

However, when I remembered that he had ruined my lifetime of happiness, my guilt vanished.

And so, for three years, I continued to oppress and mistreat him.

However, over three years, many things happened. For example, my family went bankrupt, I started to have feelings for him, and then... he proposed a divorce.

When he gave me the divorce papers, he mentioned that his true love had returned to him.

I admitted, at that moment, I felt deeply uneasy. My heart felt like it was clenched by a giant hand, making it hard to breathe. However, I was raised with a strong sense of pride from a young age, and I didn't show a hint of sadness or loss in front of him. I swiftly signed my name on the divorce agreement.

After signing, his calm voice suddenly sounded beside me, "Do you need me to send a driver for you?"

I was momentarily stunned before realizing it.

This mansion I had lived in for over twenty years no longer belonged to my family. My family had gone bankrupt, and all our assets were liquidated.

And he, the son-in-law we had once underestimated, who employed cunning tactics to marry me, had quietly started a company and was now doing very well. He had bought over this mansion.

However, I had no right to blame him or ask for a share of his wealth because he had earned it through years of perseverance and hard work, without using a single cent from our family.

He watched me quietly, without rushing me.

However, it was his gentleness that reminded me of my past actions towards him.

I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

After all, in such a situation where I was down and he had prospered, he should have taken the opportunity to repay me for the humiliations I had suffered in the past.

However, he didn't.

He remained as gentle as ever.

I quickly said, "No need, I can go back on my own."

After that, I rushed out in a panic.

I heard his faint inquiry from behind, "Did you come to see me tonight for any particular reason?"

"None," I replied without turning my head and hurriedly left the courtyard.

It started raining outside, and I clenched the gift in my hand. Today marked our third wedding anniversary. I had never treated him well before, but after realizing that I had developed feelings for him, I wanted to celebrate such an occasion with him.

However, what awaited me was a divorce agreement.

I laughed at myself, letting the pouring rain drench me, leaving me in a sorry state.

On the following day, I became sick and was unable to leave my bed. I heard a loud commotion outside, so I mustered what little strength I had left to investigate. To my dismay, I found my father perched on a dilapidated wall, expressing his desire to end his life.

We were currently living in an old residential building, the surroundings were dirty and chaotic, but the rent was very cheap. My mom cried bitterly, saying that if he jumped, she would jump too, and none of us would live.

With a splitting headache, I tried to persuade my dad, saying that it was just bankruptcy, and as long as we were alive, there was still hope.

My dad suddenly stared at me intensely, and his piercing gaze sent a shiver down my spine. Then he said, "Go and ask Lucas for help, he's our son-in-law, he'll definitely help us."

My mom quickly added, "Yes, even though we weren't very nice to him in the past, he'll surely lend a helping hand for your sake, so please go and ask him."

I forced a bitter smile; my parents didn't know that I had already been dumped by that man. I reluctantly agreed to go and ask him. Before leaving, my mom used the little money we had left to buy me some clothes: a deep V-neck dress and sexy pointed-toe heels. She also had someone do a beautiful makeover and style my hair.

As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, a hint of self-mockery crept across my lips. This didn't seem like a plea, but more like a seduction.

However, even if I were to stand before that man completely nude now, he probably wouldn't spare me a second glance.

I still couldn't comprehend why he slept with me that night during the class reunion. Did he also get too drunk and mistake me for someone else?

Pushing aside these tangled thoughts, I decided to make a token effort to appease my parents and went to ask for Lucas’ help. I found out he was currently at his office, so I went there despite my current appearance.

Meanwhile, my parents waited downstairs, wearing hopeful expressions. Seeing them like that, I didn't know what to say, and a sense of bitterness washed over me.

When I arrived at his office floor, many people cast peculiar glances my way, and the air was thick with unpleasant gossip and mockery. I pretended not to hear and straightened my posture as I walked directly into the man's office.

However, the moment I laid eyes on him, I became nervous, and my posture slumped slightly. At that moment, he was seated in his chair, exuding an air of nobility, and he smiled as he looked at me.

I fidgeted with my fingers, ashamedly explaining the purpose of my visit.

His gaze suddenly grew more intense, and he smiled as he asked, "Why do you think I should help you?"

Realizing that begging wouldn't likely succeed, I chuckled and said, "Well, then, let's just pretend I never came."

Indeed, considering how we treated him in the past, it was already a relief that he hadn't sought revenge on our family, let alone the idea of him helping us. How could I have the audacity to come and ask him for help? The more I thought about it, the more embarrassed I felt.

I wanted to escape, but he stopped me and said, "Tell me, what do you have to offer in exchange for my help? If I find it worthwhile, I might consider helping you."

I froze, unable to come up with anything to offer him. My body? Well, if he had any desire for me, after three years of marriage and countless nights together, he had plenty of opportunities. Yet in those three years, he hadn't touched me once.

I lowered my head, feeling ashamed, and said, "Just forget that I came here today."

However, the man suddenly walked towards me. He was tall, towering over me. He leaned in close to my ear and chuckled softly, "Since you’re dressed like this, why are you pretending to be modest?"

My whole body froze, overwhelmed with embarrassment, and I wished I could escape immediately. He then hooked his arm around my waist, a sly smile playing on his lips as he said, "In our three years of marriage, I've been sleeping on the floor all those years. It's been a while since I've slept with you. How about... you use your body to persuade me?"

I widened my eyes, thinking I had misheard him, and asked, "What... What did you say?"

He stared deeply into my eyes, making my heart race for no apparent reason. He didn't say anything, just lowered his gaze, and his long fingers lightly pulled down the strap of my suspender dress.

My face turned red in an instant, and I quickly pushed him away. I exclaimed, "If you don't want to help, that's fine, I never expected you to help our family. However, you don't have to humiliate me like this."

Lucas looked at me, his face showing a mixture of emotions that I couldn't quite understand, somewhere between anger and amusement.

He said, "Do you think I'm humiliating you?"

"Isn't it?" I retorted.

He clearly had feelings for someone else, so what else could his actions towards me be but humiliation?

Lucas suddenly turned and sat down in his office chair. When he looked at me again, his gaze carried a hint of coldness.

He smiled and said, " You may be dressed appropriately, but your demeanor lacks sincerity. Given that, you can go now."

I had already expected that he wouldn't help our family, so I didn't say anything more and turned to leave. As soon as I walked out of his company's doors, my parents approached me.

My dad asked anxiously, "How did it go? Is he willing to help us?"

I shook my head.

My dad instantly got angry and cursed, "That ungrateful bastard! Now that he's successful, he turned his back on us. I knew it, I shouldn't have married you to him in the first place. He infuriates me."

My mom was equally infuriated and said, "Exactly! He always acted polite and meek, and now he has finally shown his true colors as an ungrateful bastard!"

I sighed in resignation. "Let's not speak ill of him like this. He hasn't used our connections or our money. How can we call him an ungrateful bastard? Actually, it's understandable that he doesn't want to help us, considering how badly we treated him in the past."

My parents pursed their lips, their faces filled with worry. Seeing them like that only gave me a pounding headache.

In the evening, my brother called up all his old buddies who used to be close to him, hoping they could lend a hand. However, when he called them to arrange a meet-up, they all refused to answer his calls. My brother, furious, smashed his phone and cursed them for being disloyal.

I comforted him from beneath the covers, "Forget it, brother. In today's society, loyalty is hard to come by."

My mom cried on the side.

Our current situation made it impossible for us to make a comeback, and the most pressing issue was our debts. Almost every day, a group of people came to collect debts, disrupting our lives completely.

My dad suggested, "Angela, why don't you go and talk to Lucas again? He's well-off now, and borrowing some money from him shouldn’t be a problem."

My mom chimed in, "Yes, even if you two are divorced, you can still get a share of the assets."

I curled up under the covers, not daring to tell them that I had been kicked out by Lucas. Otherwise, they would have surely cursed Lucas to no end.

My brother exclaimed angrily, "Come on, can't you all stop sending my sister to beg that man? Considering how badly we treated him before, asking my sister to seek his help now is like putting her through humiliation, isn't it?"

My mom seemed to realize this just now and quickly asked, "Lucas didn't humiliate you during the day, did he?"

I shook my head hastily. "No, he didn't."

My mom muttered to herself, " As I reflect on it, Lucas has consistently been sincere and obedient, especially towards you. Despite our current challenging circumstances, if he truly cares for and admires you, how could he possibly humiliate you?"

I smiled with surprise but didn't say anything.

My dad sighed, looking at the open balcony, and said he didn't want to live anymore. As soon as he said that, my mom started crying. Seeing them like this made my head ache.

The main focus now was raising money, paying off some of the debts if possible. After a few days, once my health improved, I started looking for work. Regular jobs paid poorly and took time to bring in money, but I knew that sales positions in upscale clubs could earn a decent income.

I had often been to these clubs with friends before, and when we were in a good mood, we would tip the liquor promoters generously.

I went to the club I used to frequent. The club manager recognized me, and due to our previous acquaintanceship, he hired me quickly. He even assigned me to take care of the private rooms for the VIPs. Serving drinks to these VIPs always resulted in good tips.

However, I never expected to run into Lucas in one of these private rooms. Lucas had never frequented places like this before, at least not during the three years we were married. In fact, he used to be quite against me coming to such places.

I remembered that when I came here with friends in the past, he had even tried to stop me a few times, telling me not to go because these were indecent places. Of course, every time, I would humiliate him and drive him away.

Thinking back, he used to appear as a kind and virtuous man.

But now, in this moment, Lucas was seated at the center, his long legs crossed, holding a cigarette between his fingers, with a sly and alluring smile playing on his lips. It seemed that his previous image of being mild and virtuous was all an act.

He gazed at me silently, with an air of superiority that left me feeling embarrassed. If only I had known he was in this private room, I wouldn't have entered.

Just when I was feeling so awkward that I wished I could find a hole to hide in, the private room suddenly filled with a few suggestive whistles. I instinctively looked in that direction and realized that everyone sitting around Lucas was the same group of people who used to hang out with me and my brother.

It seemed they had all turned to flatter Lucas now.

They all knew how badly I had treated Lucas in the past, and now, in their eagerness to flatter him, they couldn't resist humiliating me.

At this moment, it was best to play along.

Just as I was pushing the drinks cart, preparing to exit as if nothing had happened, a man spoke up, "Well, if it isn't the Ford family heiress? Aren’t you Lucas' sweet little wife? What's the occasion? Here for a drink? Well, if you're, just enjoy it. No need for the work uniform, right?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, the private room erupted in laughter.

I tightened my grip on the cart's handle and took a deep breath. Considering they had already seen me and were determined to embarrass me, there was no use in running away. I decided to confront them head-on; perhaps I could even receive some tips from them.

With debt collectors hounding us daily, my dad saying he didn't want to live anymore, my mom constantly in tears, and my brother doing food deliveries all day, I couldn't be bothered about my brief sense of pride and self-respect.

I pushed the drinks cart forward, wearing a forced but courteous smile. I spoke to them, "Well, isn't this a surprise! Since I'm here, how about I handle your drinks? If you enjoy yourselves, maybe you could think about leaving me a tip."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Richard Byrne shook his head and sneered.

In the past, he used to shower my brother and me with endless flattery, treating us like his own siblings. But as my family faced tough times and I saw his smirking face, I had the urge to slap him. However, at that moment, it wasn't the time to hold onto grudges; our top priority was to earn money.

I kept on smiling and said nothing.

Suddenly, Richard leaned in closer to me, gloating, "Look at you, is this still the arrogant Miss Ford from before? Long time no see, how did you end up like this? Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Once again, the private room burst into laughter.

Steven Bryant also glanced at me with a sly grin and said, "You just mentioned tips, right? Are you suggesting you will sell your body to earn those tips in a place like this? Haha, if it's really that, you should probably strip down first and let us inspect your assets. If your body is not up to our standard, we'd be at a loss, hahaha..."

I tightly gripped the bottle of alcohol and glanced at Steven.

Lucas smoked quietly as if he hadn't heard their vulgar remarks or simply didn't care.

I lowered my gaze and arranged the bottles on the bar counter one by one, smiling as I said, "You've all misunderstood. When I mentioned receiving tips, I meant the liquor business. Given our past friendship, you can order drinks from me, and I'll make a little extra commission."

"Ah, Miss Ford, are you so hard up for money now?" Richard suddenly threw a card onto the bar counter, looking charitable as he said, "There's six thousand dollars in this card. All you have to do is get down on the floor and bark like a dog a few times, and it's yours. How about it?"

As soon as Richard finished speaking, the private room burst into laughter again, accompanied by suggestive whistles.

Everyone in the room was eagerly eyeing me, including Lucas. While he appeared composed, his gaze held a depth that was hard to decipher.

I hesitated and didn't move. Then, out of nowhere, Steven tossed another card onto the bar counter. "Here an additional twenty thousand dollars. Just bark like a dog a few times and let us guys have some fun with you for the night. All of this can be yours."

I looked at Steven in shock. Despite our family's current hardships, I was still Lucas’ ex-wife. How dare he make such a request when Lucas was sitting right there?

Unless Lucas told them that he had divorced me and informed them how much he disliked me. Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to humiliate me in front of him like this.

"What’s wrong? Aren’t you short on cash?" Steven sneered. "You can't even swallow your pride for a moment and continue to put on a tough facade. The amount we're offering is quite generous. If you were to sell your body elsewhere, how many times would you have to do it to make this much money?"

He was right.

I was short on cash.

What was I doing, carrying around that unrealistic pride?

However, putting down my pride didn't mean that I had no boundaries.

Looking at Steven's wicked, mocking smile, I felt nauseous.

I grabbed that card which contained twenty thousand dollars and tossed it back to Steven, purposefully remarking, "You actually think you can purchase a night with me for this mere twenty thousand dollars? If you're as capable as you claim, pay me two million!"

I knew Steven well. He didn't come from a well-off family and spent his time pretending to be generous on the surface while actually being quite stingy. In the past, he used to freeload off my brother and me, and he couldn't even muster the generosity to buy his girlfriend a handbag.

It could be said that taking just two thousand dollars from him was equivalent to cutting his flesh.

Now, just to embarrass me, he was willing to spend twenty thousand dollars. This made me wonder if I was really such a terrible person in the past.

"Hahaha, Steven, you're too stingy. No matter what, she was once the Ford family heiress. If you're buying her for a night, you can't just offer twenty thousand."

Laughter filled the private room.

Steven's face instantly turned red with anger as he glared at me and sneered disdainfully. "I think she’s not even worth two thousand dollars.”

I ignored Steven's mockery and instead picked up the card containing six thousand dollars, asking Richard, "Was what you just said true? That if I bark like a dog, these six thousand dollars are mine?"

Richard was momentarily taken aback, seemingly not expecting me to take him seriously.

Both Richard and Steven were stingy men. That six thousand dollars must have been a significant sum for him.

Seeing Richard's face twist awkwardly, he said, "You are someone proud and arrogant who looks down on others. How could you possibly bark like a dog in front of us? Stop joking."

As Richard spoke, he tried to take back the card. I avoided his hand that was reaching out and said earnestly, "I'm not joking. Barking like a dog isn't difficult, and to do it for six thousand dollars seems like a profitable deal, doesn't it?"

Richard's face instantly showed regret as he stared at the card in my hand, wishing he could snatch it back.

Steven, reveling in my misfortune, said, "Then hurry up and bark. Let us see how you degrade yourself, wagging your tail and begging pitifully on the ground like a dog."

I had lost my former pride. My mind was filled with the fierce faces of debt collectors, the image of my parents crying in despair, and the sight of my brother working hard.

I took a deep breath and said, "Alright."

Just as I was slowly getting down on my knees, my elbow was suddenly supported by a large hand.

I looked over in surprise and met Lucas's deep eyes, my heart skipping a beat.

"Everyone, leave," Lucas said indifferently, addressing the group of wealthy young men.

Instantly, they scattered, eager to avoid angering him.

As Richard left, he even managed to snatch the six-thousand-dollar card from my hand, which was quite amusing.

Lucas fixed his eyes on me. "Are you really that short of money?"

I withdrew my elbow from his large hand and created some distance between us.

"Mr. Holmes, isn't that a question with an obvious answer?"

After my family went broke and accumulated a mountain of debt, it became common knowledge in Stockton. I didn't believe he was unaware of it.

"Mr. Holmes?" Lucas chuckled, savoring the title.

I didn't know what he was thinking, nor did I have the leisure to entangle myself with him.

Pointing to the bottles on the bar, I said, "Mr. Holmes, here is the drink you ordered. I've delivered it to you. If you think my service is good, you can also reward me with a tip."

Lucas gazed at me silently, his expression always impossible to read.

The tip was just a casual remark; I didn't really expect him to give me anything.

I chuckled and was about to leave when Lucas suddenly said, "I'll give you two million."

I abruptly halted in my tracks, looking at him in disbelief. "What did you say?"

Lucas walked up to me, his eyes gazing deeply into mine. "I'll give you two million if you spend the night with me."

My lip twitched for a moment, and I really wanted to say, "Are you out of your mind?"

However, he had become successful now and was no longer the easy target for anyone to take advantage of.

Suppressing the urge to scold him, I stiffly smiled and said, "Mr. Holmes, please don't joke with me. I have work to do. Goodbye."

"Why is it that Steven can do it, but I'm not allowed?” Lucas suddenly asked in a deep, slightly cold tone.

I furrowed my brow. "What do you mean that? What are you talking about?"

"Just a moment ago, you requested two million from Steven and were ready to spend the night with him. So, now when I offer you two million, why won't you do the same for me?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

I just brought up the two-million-dollar proposal to Steven because I wanted to taunt him, fully aware that extracting twenty thousand dollars from him was already pushing the limit. Asking for two million was practically asking for his life. I hadn't expected Lucas to take it seriously.

Lucas approached me, took a drag of his cigarette, and blew smoke rings. "Aren't you in need of money now? Just accompany me for one night, and two million dollars will be yours. How about it?"

I discreetly tightened my grip on my side.

I understood his motives behind this action. He was simply using money to humiliate me.

Suppressing the bitter taste welling up in my heart, I sneered at him. "So, do you think being rich now makes you powerful? Yes, my family is in need of money, but I won't earn it this way."

After saying that, I hurriedly left the room. My tears had already blurred my vision.