My husband used my private live stream to support his mistress.
Chapter 3
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.
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