Chapter 3

"Well, look who's here!"

"Sister-in-law, let's have a toast! Let me share in your newlywed bliss!"

As soon as I stepped through the door, I was surrounded by a group of people.

Their slimy, disgusting gazes swept over me relentlessly.

I was forcibly made to drink toasts with several men.

A sense of humiliation washed over me.

Yet my newlywed husband just stood by and watched coldly.

My heart sank to the bottom.

"Hayden, why did you put that kind of link online?"

Hayden sneered:

"It was just a joke. You didn't actually think someone would place an order, did you?"

"You're just a sloppy frump now. Who else but me would want you?"

My eyes stung.

It was Hayden who said his family didn't like my profession and told me not to be in the public eye, to return to being a housewife.

So I painfully gave up my flourishing career.

I used to believe in him so much, but now all I'm left with is this mess.

Hayden smirked:

"To be honest, Amelia, I preferred how you looked before."

"That's easy to fix! Sister-in-law, want to make a comeback? We'll help you!"

"Come on, sis, look at the camera!"

"Hey sis, drink up! You need to loosen up after a few drinks!"

I was surrounded by a group of men, forced to down glass after glass of strong liquor.

I struggled to escape but was grabbed by the hair and pulled back.

The camera once again focused on my dazed face.

"Come on! Post the link! Brothers in the livestream, $9.99 with free delivery, place your orders quick!"

"See? Even at a bargain price, no one wants you!"

Someone recognized me as the once-famous model Amelia Frost and frantically spammed questions asking why I had fallen so low as to become a risqué livestreamer.

I was cursed to the top of the trending topics, and an online mob attack centered on me exploded.

I crawled to Hayden's legs, grabbed his ankle and glared at him fiercely, but couldn't speak.

He lifted my chin with his foot and sneered at me.

"Want me to save you?"

"Fine, kowtow to Chloe 100 times and apologize. If Chloe forgives you, I'll make them stop."

Chloe looked embarrassed and lightly patted Hayden.

"Hayden has always been like this since we were kids, making a big fuss over anything involving me."

"They're just a bunch of big boys, they don't mean any harm."

"Amelia, please get up."

Chloe pulled me to my feet.

Suddenly, she screamed and fell towards the coffee table, spilling drinks on her dress.

Hayden hurriedly protected Chloe, holding her with concern.

I was pushed back towards the fruit knife on the table, a long gash opening on my chin, instantly staining my white dress red.

Chloe: "Hayden, don't be angry. I'm sure Amelia didn't mean it."

"Amelia Frost! You're asking for death!"

Hayden viciously kicked me. I spat blood and fell to the ground convulsing.

"Amelia, stop pretending! Who are you putting on this show for? Get up and apologize now!"

I had been kicked in the heart.

"Hayden, I think she's really not okay."

Hayden impatiently nudged me with his toe, clicking his tongue.

"One kick and she's being dramatic."

"Bring a bucket of ice water!"

A bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over my head.

I jolted awake, my thin white dress soaked through, revealing what was underneath.

The men's eyes roved over me lecherously.

But Hayden said:

"If you want to die, go die outside. Don't scare Chloe."

"I just asked you to apologize, and you're making such a fuss."

"I never realized you were so manipulative before."

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

At this moment, I truly gave up hope.

"Hayden, let's get a divorce."

"Divorce? Who would want damaged goods like you after a divorce?"

"Amelia Frost, you still think you're a top model?"

"Holy shit! Hayden, someone placed a $5 million order to buy out the link!"