Chapter 3The Debt Lie—Billionaire Wife vs. Broke Husband

Humiliation burned through me. I struggled, but she easily overpowered me, her voice dripping with scorn. “What’s this? Playing coy now? Where was this modesty during that month you couldn't get enough?” She sneered. “You’re broke, and I’m rich. How about it? One night for a million and a half? A good deal, no?”

Some lingering memory of our past kept me from truly fighting back. But she was relentless, her hands roaming, her voice a cruel chant. “You owe me this, Adrian. You owe me!”

I stared blankly at the shaking bedframe, my mind numb. What could I possibly owe her?

Jerry’s voice drifted in from outside. “Sera, can you please come with me? This place stinks… and the way these men are looking at me is disgusting.”

Alison stopped abruptly, scrambling to fix her clothes. She couldn’t bear for her precious Jerry to endure those filthy, lecherous stares. She had no idea I lived with them every single second of every day.

She opened the door, and Jerry immediately pulled her to his side. Alison shot a warning glare at the other men in the room. But the door was open, and I was still half-undressed on the bed, completely exposed to their hungry eyes. I scrambled to cover myself.

As they were leaving, Jerry shot a subtle, meaningful glance at one of the men. His eyes met mine for a second, full of venom.