I Dumped My Husband After Years of Lies

Chapter 4

The pain from my wound left me no strength to resist as my clothes were torn away, leaving me in tatters.

I stared at Eric in disbelief, utterly drained. "Eric, have you lost your mind?"

The lecherous gazes of the crowd around me bored into my skin. A chill seeped into me from every direction.

I remembered how, back then, when a few street thugs had merely catcalled me, Eric had nearly beaten them half to death.

Now, he had torn off my clothes with his own hands and exposed my body for everyone to see.

A bitter laugh escaped me. I laughed like a madwoman.

A triumphant gleam lit Hailey's eyes as she goaded them further. "Since Evelyn is the wife of a top photographer, shouldn't she contribute to art? With so many photography enthusiasts here, why not invite Evelyn to be our model?"

I looked up, stunned.

Eric avoided my gaze, showing no intention of refusing.

"Right, haven't you always wanted to share common ground with me? Now's your chance."

His offhand tone made it sound like nothing at all.

I struggled to cover myself, desperately clutching at my last shred of dignity, hoping to awaken his conscience.

"Eric, I'm your wife!"

He barely spared me a glance before turning to gently help Hailey into her coat, fussing over her zipper.

"Don't catch a cold."

He used to be just as tender with me. But now, it was clear I was no longer the one he cared for.

Despair washed over me. I slumped to the floor, powerless, as those who called themselves photography enthusiasts turned their lenses on me.

"Quick! Strike a slutty pose."

"Change it up!"

A barrage of flashes assaulted me. I was numb—another camera made no difference now.

Hailey nestled against Eric's shoulder, pretending she couldn't bear to watch, and said in a coy voice, "Evelyn's expression is all twisted. It ruins the mood. Let's just stop."

Eric only relented when she spoke.

Under the crowd's shocked gazes, the man confiscated every camera and waved them at me.

"Take these photos as your punishment. Stop causing scenes."

With that, he strode away, the smug woman trailing behind him.

Blood poured from my abdomen, spreading beneath me.

Clawing at the ground, I tried to crawl away, only for hulking men to block my path.

"We work for the underground auction market. Since your husband took the earlier photos, we'll have to take new ones."

My heart was hammering.

Several men started tearing off their clothes, advancing toward me step by step. They pinned my head and forced a pill down my throat, and everything went black.

From the adjacent room, I could clearly hear Eric and Hailey's lustful moans rising and falling.

"Didn't you say we were just business partners? Why are you willing today..."

The man seemed to shift positions, letting out an ecstatic moan. "I want her to know she's in no position to argue with me. She could lose me at any moment..."

Meanwhile, in the next room, I kept screaming his name until my last bit of strength drained away, and my eyes closed for good.

Hours later, Eric emerged from the studio, impeccably dressed, only to encounter two men.

Their faces were sated with satisfaction, and they were excitedly scrolling through a live auction stream on their phones.

"Amazing! She must have a D-cup!"

"When we get to the auction, I'm getting at least one photo no matter what it costs!"

Eric's gaze caught the images on the phone. He lunged, seizing the man's collar, his eyes burning with rage.

"Whose f*****g photos are you looking at?"