After the Ninety-Ninth Affair, I Stopped Serving Him

After my third miscarriage, all for love, I caught my husband cheating in bed for the ninety-eighth time.

Each time, he wept and wrote a guarantee letter, pleading for forgiveness and vowing never to do it again.

Over time, my feelings gradually faded away, and I calmly waited for the agreement between him and me to finish.

However, when I discovered his ninety-ninth affair, it was suddenly revealed by the media, and the whole internet found out.

That evening, my sister’s naked photos were sold for only $0.38, and she was later raped and shamed by dozens of troublemakers while explicit pictures and videos spread everywhere.

In the end, my sister, unable to withstand the online backlash, jumped from a building and was left in a coma.

The overwhelming debt forced me to lower my head and turn to my husband for medical expenses, but at the office door, I overheard his brother say, “Brother Xavier, Irene Gordon’s sister merely said a few things about Millie Fowler, but you spread her naked photos and even arranged for her to be gang-raped. Isn’t that going too far?”

“If Irene discovers this, she’ll likely fight you to the death!”