Caleb Vance's sponsored student got pregnant, so he brought her home and ordered me to serve her during her postpartum recovery. "Tara has sensitive skin, her underwear must be hand-washed." "Tara has morning sickness, change all the condoms to strawberry flavor." "Tara hates dog hair, get rid of your damn pet." No matter how unreasonable his demands were, I complied with every single one. Even when the girl was in a bad mood and used a whip on me to vent. Blood trails rooted themselves on my back, yet I didn't utter a single complaint. "Caleb, you promised. As long as I'm obedient, you'll let me see the kids." Caleb smiled lazily, blowing a smoke ring in my face. "Wait until you finish serving Tara through her recovery, then we'll talk." For the sake of my two children, I endured again and again. But to amuse Tara, he locked my two children in a dog cage and made them bark like dogs. When the children refused, Caleb, in a rage, threw them into a wildlife safari park. When I found out, I immediately knelt and begged him: "The safari park is too dangerous. The kids are only five years old. Without supervision, something will happen..." Caleb sneered, "It's because you spoil them that they're too stupid to even learn how to bark." "Five isn't a baby anymore. If they get into trouble at a zoo, trash like that doesn't deserve to be my children!" Three days later, my two children were mauled to death by wild venomous snakes. That night, Caleb spent millions at an auction to buy a necklace Tara coveted. Seeing my pale face, he hugged Tara's waist and sneered. "Did your two disappointing sons learn how to bark yet?" I ignored him, holding two white urns, walking to the center of the auction house. "I'm lighting the Sky Lantern. I'm buying two dogs' lives!" 1 As soon as the words left my mouth, the room fell silent for a second. The next moment, everyone's gaze fell on me—some sneering, some disdainful, most looking at me with contempt. "Lady, who are you? Look at those rags. Did you escape from a mental hospital?" "You, lighting the Sky Lantern? Do you even know what that means?" "Buying human lives? Are you an outlaw? Hilarious." Their ridicule grew more rampant. Some even started to move, intending to throw me out of the auction venue. The staff also looked me over, frowning, hesitant to speak. "Ma'am, the guests at our auction are either rich or noble. That outfit of yours looks five or six years old. This isn't a place for you. Please leave." I looked down at my clothes. Indeed, bought seven years ago. Not only washed white but with two holes worn in the sleeves. "Elara, are you crazy? Daring to come here and embarrass yourself!" The crowd parted. Surrounded by people, Caleb stormed over and grabbed me. "Get out! You scared Tara to tears. Is this a place you should be?" "If you have time to make a scene, go home and wash a few more of Tara's clothes—" He sneered, leaning close to my ear, whispering: "So you can see your two sons sooner." My back stiffened. I clutched the two urns tighter, turning my head to stare at him dead-on. "Caleb, they are already dead." And they were killed by their own father. When found, their bodies were black all over, bitten by venomous snakes that came from nowhere, dying of poison the same day. Hearing this, Caleb's voice turned cold. "What nonsense are you talking about?" "Tara went to the safari park to see them just yesterday. Everything was fine. Stop cursing them." I held the urns tighter, my gaze locked onto Tara behind him. Her again. Just because Tara was unhappy, my children were thrown into the safari park and bitten to death by snakes. They had been dead for three days. When I got the news, they were already scheduled for cremation. How could Tara lie so blatantly? 2 Sensing my hateful gaze, Tara hid in Caleb's arms with a look of panic. "Caleb, she's glaring at me. It's scary." Caleb shoved me hard, hugging Tara's waist protectively. "She scared my baby. Once we win this necklace you like, I'll make it up to you tonight, okay?" The girl smiled in surprise, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek. "Caleb, you're the best." Jeers erupted around us. "Mr. Vance is so generous. His girl is so lucky." "If I could marry a man like Mr. Vance, my life would be worth it." "The gap between women is bigger than between humans and dogs. Look at this crazy woman, compared to Mr. Vance's lady, it's heaven and earth!" I let out a mocking laugh, looking at him coldly. "Do you know that I am the Mrs. Vance you're talking about?" "As for this one you're praising, she's just a cheap mistress Mrs. Vance kindly sponsored but who climbed into bed instead!" Caleb froze, panic flashing in his eyes. "What nonsense are you spouting! You're just a maid in my house. Go back and wash clothes!" He signaled the bodyguards behind him to throw me out. I sneered, pulling out our marriage certificate, looking around at everyone. "The crazy woman you're talking about is Caleb's wife. Do you really envy me?" The crowd went into an uproar. "How is this possible?" "I thought Mrs. Vance was young and beautiful, and they were a loving couple? Didn't expect a twist?" "Can't tell, Mr. Vance lighting the Sky Lantern to please a mistress, and even letting marketing accounts promote her as his wife. Shameless." Tara, being pointed at, scrunched up her face in fear, about to cry. Caleb's eyes turned instantly cold. "Elara, do you not want to see the kids anymore?" "If you dare make a scene again, I'll send Sawyer and Finn abroad immediately. I guarantee you'll never see them again in this life!" Caleb pinched my waist hard, threatening coldly. I gave a bitter smile. All these years, he despised me for aging, for embarrassing him. Refused to take me to any banquets, and later, wouldn't even admit my identity. But that didn't matter. Ever since Caleb brought the girl to fool around in our marital bed, my heart had died. The reason I didn't divorce was entirely for the two children. Caleb knew the kids were my weakness. Sure enough, he locked them in another villa, preventing me from seeing them for two whole years. 3 Until Tara got pregnant, and Caleb made me serve her until she finished her confinement. I could hand-wash her underwear every day. I could hand them condoms when they were in the mood. Even when Tara hated dog hair, before I could send my dog away, she threw it in the door crack and crushed it to death. After breaking down, I still endured it all. I just wanted a divorce, to take the two kids and leave for good. I had bought the plane tickets, but then I heard the news of Sawyer and Finn's death. Seeing their poisoned, untreated bodies, black and swollen, I felt the sky collapse. Usually, whenever Caleb threatened me with the children, it worked every time. He was certain I would lower myself into the dust for them, abandoning all dignity. But now, he couldn't threaten me anymore. I looked down, smiling lovingly at the two urns in my arms. "Sawyer and Finn are here. They won't leave Mommy ever again..." "Stop playing ghost with those two broken jars." Caleb's face was pale, staring at me coldly. "Elara, I'll say it one more time. Get out. Don't embarrass yourself here." "Do you really think I won't divorce you?" Getting closer, I saw it. Caleb's eyes were filled with rage. He didn't care about the surrounding whispers anymore, ordering the bodyguards to throw me out. Some onlookers at the auction wanted to help me, seeing me outnumbered. But they were quickly pulled back by friends. "Don't meddle. This is Caleb Vance's family matter. Meddling might get you in trouble you can't handle." "Yeah, looking at this woman, she's probably been bullied a lot. Husband cheating so openly, if she doesn't stand up for herself, no one can help her." "Maybe she deserves it, bringing it on herself." ... 4 I was thrown heavily by the bodyguards. The urns almost fell. I dived, using my body as a cushion. Barely caught them. I cried, apologizing to my children, "I'm sorry, Sawyer, Finn. Mommy didn't protect you." The bodyguard kicked me hard, snorting. "Advice: go back and do your maid work. Don't cause trouble." "Offend Mr. Vance, and you'll suffer." Sure enough, that night. A news story posted by a marketing account hit the trending list. In that news, there was a ten-second video. It was me, forced to strip to the waist, kneeling in the snow, enduring a whipping. The riding crop was custom-made, with barbs. Every lash on my back left deep, bloody trails. It had a glaring, huge headline. #Explosive! CEO Vance's Wife Exposed as Vicious Cheater, Whipped After Being Caught in the Act# In just half an hour, it jumped to number one on the trending list. My face went pale. Hands trembling, I clicked on it. The top comments followed: "Isn't this the crazy woman from the auction today? Doing something shameful like cheating and daring to appear in public, truly shameless." "Indeed, pitiful people must have hateful qualities. This woman brought it on herself." "I think the whipping was too light. Should have been beaten to death." The overwhelming malice threatened to swallow me. They were led astray by the internet rhythm without distinguishing right from wrong. Knowing nothing of the truth.
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