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Synopsis
Nine months into my pregnancy, my husband, Julian, raffled me off like a prize on his live stream.
The winner only had to pay $9,999 to sleep with me.
The live chat exploded with filthy comments.
"The streamer shared their sex tapes before. His wife screams so loud."
"I'll chip in 99 bucks. Can you stream it live while they do it?"
A suffocating chill ran down my spine.
With trembling hands, I clicked through the videos on his profile.
There were intimate photos of me, my baby's ultrasound scans, and explicit videos of us in bed while I was pregnant.
My hands shook as I quickly created a burner account and left a comment.
"What you're doing is illegal. How can you do this to your wife?"
Julian simply smirked at the camera.
"My wife loves me more than anything. It's just using her body to make some quick cash—she won't mind at all!"
"Besides, I'm not keeping the money to myself."
"Her childhood friend, her brother, and I are all counting on this cash to take her best friend on a luxury vacation!"
Cold horror washed over me.
Only ten seconds left on the countdown before the winner was announced.
I stared at the winning username on the screen.
Without a word, I picked up the hospital go-bag I had packed weeks ago.
I printed out the divorce papers and signed my name.
Some decisions don't need a vote.
From this moment on, they were dead to me.
I looked down at my heavily swollen belly and retreated into the bedroom.
The second I clicked the door shut, all the strength drained from my body.
I opened the live stream again.
His profile already had over two million followers.
So this was the "business" Julian had been building for the past three years.
Swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I scrolled back to his very first video.
Episode 1 was filmed on our wedding day.
Title: "Broke Guy Striking Gold: First Night with a Billionaire Heiress."
In the video, I had tears in my eyes as I whispered "I do" toward the camera.
The second half of the clip was our wedding night.
My breathless gasps and the humiliating words Julian coaxed me into saying were all exposed to hundreds of thousands of strangers.
Down in the comments, my own brother, Ryan, led the crowd.
"My naive sister was shielded by our parents her whole life. A few sweet words and she completely lost her mind."
My childhood friend, Austin, chimed in right after.
"Julian hit the jackpot—got the girl and her fortune. Man, I'm jealous."
Episode 25 was titled: "How Crazy Does a Pregnant Wife Get?"
Julian had deliberately slipped mango into my prenatal meal, knowing full well I was severely allergic.
I broke out in full-body hives, suffered through agonizing sleepless nights, and broke down in tears.
He spun the footage with a caption acting like the victim.
"Pregnant mood swings are terrifying. Make one tiny mistake and she never lets it go.
Brothers, is marriage really the graveyard of love?"
The comments tore me to shreds, calling me high-maintenance and toxic.
"It's just a rash! Take an antihistamine. Making her husband suffer all night—what a drama queen."
"Julian works so hard for money. Marrying a rich girl means serving a spoiled brat."
My supposed best friend, Vivian, fueled the fire in the comments.
"Chloe is just stubborn. Please don't hate on her, guys. Julian, hang in there. I'll drop by to talk sense into her tomorrow."
I remembered that day. Vivian really had come over.
She brought a bunch of supplements that weren't even safe for pregnancy.
I thought she just didn't know any better. In reality, she was just putting on a show for the camera.
Episode 70: "Taking My Pregnant Wife for an Ultrasound—Boy or Girl?"
Julian posted my medical records online.
People even made disgusting memes out of my baby's ultrasound pictures.
Followers placed bets in the chat on the baby's gender.
Someone left a vile comment:
"If it's a girl, she can follow in her mom's footsteps and stream for us when she grows up."
Julian didn't get angry at all. Instead, he replied with a laughing emoji.
"Only if she turns out as pretty as her mom."
My heart froze completely.
For three years, I thought we had real love. To them, I was just a clown.
Fine. If they wanted a show, I'd give them one hell of a performance.Late that night, when Julian slipped into the bedroom, I was already in bed pretending to sleep.
He reached out and gently rubbed my stomach, his voice as tender as ever.
"Chloe? Are you awake?"
I fluttered my eyes open, pretending I had just woken up.
"Why are you so late?"
"Had an emergency video conference with the team. Just wrapping things up."
He put on an apologetic look.
"Tomorrow morning, our company has a critical investor meeting. The VC pushed the time up, and I really can't miss it."
Julian sighed, taking my hand.
"I didn't want you to be alone at the hospital, so I asked Vivian to stay by your side. Is that okay?"
In the past, I would have understood his hustle. Now, it just felt sickeningly absurd.
"But... having a baby is huge. You won't be there with me?"
I faked a devastated look, letting my eyes turn red.
"Other husbands stay by their wives' sides."
A flash of annoyance crossed Julian's eyes, but he kept his voice soft.
"Babe, I'm doing all this for our future.
You've always been the sensible one. Please, just be patient with me this one time, okay?"
Patient with him raffling me off like a piece of meat?
I lowered my gaze to hide the ice in my eyes and nodded faintly.
"Okay. Let Vivian come."
Julian breathed a visible sigh of relief and kissed my forehead.
"I'm gonna shower. Big day tomorrow."
The moment the bathroom door closed and the water started running, I threw off the covers.
I reached for his backup phone on the nightstand.
He never let me touch this phone, claiming it contained proprietary corporate data.
I had trusted him blindly and never checked.
But earlier tonight outside his home office, I caught him unlocking it.
The passcode was Vivian's birthday.
The screen unlocked, and a group chat popped up immediately.
Austin: "The top tipper just DM'ed me! He said if we stream her crying and begging her husband during labor, he'll drop ten grand in gifts right away!"
Ryan: "She can still make bank giving birth! Julian, I want a thirty percent cut. If I hadn't leaked her childhood videos to build your audience, would this account have blown up this fast?"
Julian: "No problem, man. Vivian, tomorrow make sure the doctors don't spot your camera. The client specifically requested high-res footage. And whatever you do, do NOT let her get an epidural!"
Vivian: "Leave it to me!"
I bit my bottom lip so hard that the copper taste of blood filled my mouth, fighting back the tears.
Three years ago, when we first started dating, a speeding truck had swerved toward me on my walk home from work.
Without a second thought, Julian shoved me out of the way. The truck crushed his leg instead.
Back then, he was only worried I'd be traumatized. Through gritted teeth, he smiled at me and said, "Chloe, don't be scared."
From that day on, he became the only light in my life.
The scar on his leg still ached whenever it rained.
So when he said he needed seed capital for his startup after we married, I poured my entire trust fund into his hands without hesitation.
When he said he wanted to keep our marriage low-key for his career, I gladly stepped into the shadows.
I never imagined I was digging my own grave.
I wiped the moisture from my eyelashes.
I screen-recorded every single piece of evidence and sent it straight to my personal phone.
While he slept soundly that night, I pulled out a signed divorce agreement from the bottom drawer.
I had drafted it last month after discovering Julian was secretly draining our joint accounts.
Back then, I assumed his startup was struggling and he was too proud to ask for help.
I had planned to talk it out with him after the baby arrived.
Now, there was nothing left to talk about.
Still, I wanted to see just how far down the gutter he could sink.At seven the next morning, Julian was up early.
"Babe, I'm heading out.
Vivian will be here in a few minutes. Don't be nervous."
I tried to push myself up, but a sharp, dragging cramp ripped through my lower belly.
The pain made me gasp. Instinctively, I grabbed his arm.
"Julian... my stomach hurts so badly. Can you please stay...?"
Julian casually brushed my hand away and stepped back.
"Don't be dramatic. Stop scaring yourself."
He checked his luxury watch impatiently.
"Babe, I'm really running late.
Vivian is already downstairs. She'll take you to the hospital. I gotta run."
Without looking back, he dashed out the door.
Just as I picked up my phone to call 911, Vivian walked in.
She was wearing a full face of glamorous makeup with styled hair.
Pinned to her lapel was a discreet cherry brooch.
"Chloe, I'm here! Bestie duty starts now!"
She took my hand, subtly angling her chest so the hidden camera pointed directly at my face.
Just then, my phone vibrated with a text:
"Driver is in position."
Almost at the same moment, another violent contraction hit me.
A gush of warm fluid trickled down my legs.
My water broke.
"Vivian... go grab my hospital bag from the master bedroom. The baby is coming..."
I pointed toward the bedroom.
Hearing that labor had started, Vivian's voice pitched high with excitement.
"Don't move! I'll get it right now! Just hold it in!"
The second she vanished into the bedroom closet, I turned without looking back.
I grabbed the pre-packed go-bag hidden beneath the coffee table.
Then, I slapped the signed divorce papers right onto the counter.
I walked out the front door and locked it behind me.
Without pausing for a breath, I rode the elevator down into the private garage.
A black executive van was idling in the bay.
The driver jumped out immediately, opening the door and taking my bag.
"Miss Carter, straight to the private maternity wing?"
"Yes. Floor it."
The moment the car pulled out, I finally breathed. But the contractions were coming faster and harder.I pulled out my phone and tuned into Julian's live stream.
The viewer count had already crossed three hundred thousand.
The number in the top right corner kept climbing.
On screen, Vivian walked out of the bedroom holding an empty duffle.
"Chloe, I found it! Can you walk?"
Her voice froze.
She realized the living room was completely empty.
"Chloe? Chloe Carter?!"
She frantically searched the entire apartment.
The chat went berserk.
"Did the streamer just blow it? Did the wife run away?"
"What the hell! I was waiting for the show and you give me an empty room?!"
"Is this staged? Faking an escape just to bait more donations? Scammer!"
The top tipper started spamming rage in all caps:
"Refund! You promised fifty grand for the full labor stream! Where the hell is she?!"
Vivian's face turned completely white.
I let out a cold smirk and opened Julian's chat app on my tablet.
Sure enough, their private group was losing its mind.
Julian: "Vivian, how did you lose her?! I told you not to leave her side!"
Vivian: "She asked me to grab a bag from the bedroom, and she vanished in two seconds! She locked me inside the apartment!"
Austin: "Where could a heavily pregnant woman about to pop even run? Did she call an ambulance herself because of the pain?"
Ryan: "She's definitely throwing a fit because Julian didn't stay with her! Classic spoiled brat, ruining our bag right at the finish line!"
I could practically feel Julian's fury through the screen.
Julian: "The top donor is about to jump on a private link to tip! Find her and drag her to the hospital, no matter what it takes!"
Ryan: "Just leave her alone for an hour. Julian already capped all her credit cards. With no cash and nowhere to go, she'll crawl back begging."
Watching their messages fly by, I burst out laughing.
They seemed to have forgotten that I was the sole legal heiress to the Carter estate.
The vast majority of the family trust and corporate shares left by my late mother were registered solely under my name.
My brother, Ryan, was nothing more than an unemployed bum living off Dad's allowances.
All these years, to protect Julian's fragile male ego, I had handed him our day-to-day finances.
That didn't mean I was a helpless victim.
My phone buzzed again.
A text from Julian:
"Chloe Carter, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Vivian gave up thousands of dollars in modeling gigs just to be there for you! Do you have any shame?"
"Do you know how massive of an investment deal I just lost because of your petty tantrum?!"
"You're carrying our child. If you keep acting like a lunatic, we're done. I'm filing for divorce!"
Staring at the screen, I laughed out loud.
Even now, he genuinely believed I was just throwing a tantrum because he skipped my delivery.
I didn't bother to reply.
The car arrived smoothly at the private hospital. The second the medical team wheeled me into the delivery room, a bombshell dropped online.
Chapters (4)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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