To keep the hype alive before next Wednesday's anniversary, Matthias brought his mother, Fiona Carter, to stay with us.

The moment she stepped inside, she did not even bother changing her shoes. She walked straight up to me and started yelling, pointing a finger right at my face.

"It's been three years and you still can't give us a child! What's the point of marrying you? You're nothing but a useless freeloader!"

Matthias had already set up his phone.

The livestream was titled "Setting Boundaries with a Daughter-in-Law."

Viewers poured in, especially those drawn to family drama.

[You're right. What's the point if she can't even have kids?]

[Man, Matthias got screwed. Three years down the drain.]

[His mom's not messing around. She needs to set Lily straight.]

Fiona dropped onto the couch and started ordering me around. "Go make me some coffee. I want it hot. You hear me?"

I kept my head down, walked into the kitchen, and came back with a cup of steaming coffee, bending slightly as I handed it to her.

The moment her fingers touched the cup, she suddenly shoved it toward me. The scalding coffee spilled out, splashing all over the top of my foot.

"Ah!"

I cried out. The skin on my foot turned red instantly, swelling and blistering as cold sweat broke out across my body from the pain.

Fiona slapped her thigh and complained to the camera.

"Look at this! She can't even carry a cup properly. Trying to burn an old woman like me!"

Matthias sat nearby, grinning as he narrated to the viewers.

"See that, brothers? Evil meets its match. When my mom steps in, she handles everything."

I clutched my foot, trembling.

Fiona stood up and walked over to the TV cabinet, rummaging through it. She pulled out a hospital report and turned back, holding it up to the camera.

"Everyone, take a good look! This is her test result from the hospital. The doctor said there's something wrong with her body. She'll never get pregnant! Our family must have the worst luck imaginable!"

The chat was filled with laughter and insults. Cruel words scrolled across the screen nonstop.

With red-rimmed eyes, I pushed myself up from the floor and stumbled toward her.

"Mom, please don't show that. I'm begging you…"

I reached out, trying to grab the report.

In the struggle, I deliberately slammed into the floor lamp beside us. It crashed to the ground with a loud bang. The lampshade shattered, and a harsh beam of light shone directly onto the paper in Fiona's hand.

The report was printed on thin paper. Last night, I had switched the paper in the printer, replacing it with scrap paper that had another report printed on the back.

Under the strong light, the text on the reverse side showed through clearly. With the high-definition camera, every word was impossible to miss.

Someone in the chat with medical knowledge spotted it first.

[Wait. There's text on the back!]

[I zoomed in. Severe oligospermia. Patient name: Matthias!]

[Are you kidding me? That's not Lily's fertility test. It's Matthias's own report printed on scrap paper!]

[So in the end, he's the one with the problem? This is hilarious!]

The screen was instantly flooded with the nickname "Weak Sperm Bro," drowning out all the earlier insults.

Matthias had been smiling at his earnings in the backend, unable to hide his excitement. However, when he caught a glimpse of the chat, his smile froze.

He leaned closer to the phone, and his face changed instantly.

In a panic, he rushed over and yanked out the power cord, killing the stream instantly.

Silence fell over the room.

Fiona stood frozen, still clutching the report, while Matthias slowly turned his head to look at me.

Curled up in the corner, I hugged my knees and met his gaze.

The first blow had landed, and it had struck exactly where it hurt most. His pride.

In just two days, the nickname "Weak Sperm Bro" hit the trending charts three times.

Parody videos flooded the internet and brand partners sent termination letters one after another.

Matthias lost more than half of his followers.

He paced back and forth in the apartment, smashing two cups and kicking over the coffee table.

Over and over, he kept muttering the same thing. "I'll make all of you shut up."

He needed something big, a massive spectacle to restore his image and pull attention away from the scandal, so he decided to move up the "third anniversary livestream."

To make it work, he spent a huge amount of money hiring a so-called hacker, who claimed he had recovered all the deleted evidence of my "affair" from my phone.

On the night of the stream, Matthias rented a professional studio with a giant projection screen.

He tied me tightly to an iron chair in the center of the room with thick nylon ropes. To keep me from making any noise, he sealed my mouth with yellow tape.

The lights came on, and the livestream began.

Matthias had changed into a sharp suit, his hair neatly styled. He stepped in front of the camera, eyes reddened, voice shaking as if he were on the verge of tears.

"Guys, these past two days, everyone's been laughing at me. I admit it. There's something wrong with my body. However, that's because I've been working day and night for this family, exhausting myself to the limit."

He pointed at me, tied to the chair, his face full of pain. "I poured everything I had into her. I trained her to be the perfect wife.

"However, what about her?"

He walked behind me, forcing out a couple of tears, acting like he was both heartbroken and reluctant to expose the truth. "Not only does she not appreciate me, but she's also been cheating behind my back. Using the money I earned to support another man."

The livestream's popularity skyrocketed, quickly surpassing three hundred thousand viewers.

The chat exploded.

The entire internet seemed to be waiting for this so-called "ultimate cheating reveal."

[Matthias got it rough. This woman is disgusting.]

[Hurry up and expose that guy! Ruin her completely!]

[We support you, Matthias!]

Watching the numbers climb higher and higher, Matthias grew visibly excited. He walked over to the big screen and connected his phone with a cable.

"Now, let me show everyone this woman's true face!"

He shouted and hit play. The giant screen flickered and began loading the file.

I struggled desperately against the chair, the nylon ropes cutting deep into my wrists, leaving bloody marks.

Tears streamed down my face, soaking the tape over my mouth.

Matthias turned to look at me from above, savoring the peak of his control. He thought that was the moment he would destroy me completely, that he would drag me straight into hell, with no way back.