My husband used my private live stream to support his mistress.

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."