Unscripted Collapse

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.