Hidden Heiress Auctioned by Husband, Returns to Destroy Him

I raised my eyes and stared at the large screen.

Since the starting price was one dollar, and everyone there was very wise, they realized I had lost my power, and they all wanted to make me look bad on purpose.

Dozens of minutes have gone by, and the auction price is still one hundred dollars.

One hundred dollars meant nothing to me before, but now all my money and bank cards have been taken by Waylon.

My silence immediately set off even louder mocking laughter.

“So the once noble Mrs. Gutierrez was only valued at one hundred dollars!”

“She couldn’t even produce one hundred dollars! Hahaha, paying one hundred dollars to toy with the former Mrs. Gutierrez, that’s a big gain!”

“They always said Mrs. Gutierrez relied completely on President Gutierrez to live. I didn’t believe it, but it was actually true! A bitch who rose through her appearance, without President Gutierrez, she was nothing!”

The price kept going up within the noisy crowd.

“One hundred fifty dollars!”

“Two hundred dollars!”

“Two hundred fifty dollars!”

The bidding voices rose continuously, like slaps, hitting my face.

These people, who used to bow and nod to me, addressed me one by one as “Mrs. Gutierrez.”

At this moment, they fully regarded me as the cheapest goods, their shameless eyes staying on my body.

At this time, Waylon suddenly spoke. “Ten thousand.”

The whole venue became silent for a moment.

Even Astraea looked at him with puzzlement.

In the following second, Waylon held her face. “Didn’t you always want a maid? I think she’s not bad, ten thousand dollars per day, guaranteed to take care of you well.”

Soft laughter rose from below.

Astraea laughed so hard her shoulders shook; she stood up, her gentle voice echoing through the entire place.

“Ten thousand dollars to get a maid is quite enough. But letting Mrs. Gutierrez serve as my maid, wouldn’t that be wasting her ability?”

As she spoke, Astraea shot me a harsh look, then pretended to be generous. “How about this, Mrs. Gutierrez, you act as my dog for one day, right here on this cruise ship.”

“I’ll guide you, crawl across the deck once, bark like a dog. Whatever I tell you to eat, you eat; whatever I tell you to lick, you lick.”

I raised my head in disbelief, abruptly looking toward Waylon, who remained relaxed at the side.

Eight years of knowing each other, three years of marriage, Waylon actually kept quiet, allowing this woman to humiliate me before everyone?

Blood rushed to my head, I lost all sense, using the moment when the bodyguards eased up, I pulled myself loose and seized Astraea’s hair.

“Astraea, what are you? How dare you threaten me?”

I lifted my hand, ready to slap her.

Just before my hand came down, a big hand caught my wrist tight.

Pain shot through my wrist. I turned to look at Waylon, his face pale, sweat running down.

“Waylon, are you really going to treat me like this because of her, a mistress?”

Waylon coldly smiled and threw me aside with a swing of his arm.

“Audrey, have you still not understood the situation?”

"Astraea is now the little girl I care about the most, and you are only something bad I no longer want, a woman worth just two hundred dollars!"

"If it is not because Astraea and I help you, how can your worth go up to ten thousand dollars?"

I could hardly accept that the man standing before me had once been the man I loved for eight years, the one I even chose to leave my life behind for.

In the past, he had knelt in front of me, promising he would treat me kindly forever, and that every bit of money he made would be given to me to handle.

Yet after only three years of being married, he had fully become a different person.

Not caring about my wet eyes, Waylon held Astraea and moved toward the middle of the stage.

Only then did I notice that they had on matching luxury couple clothes.

Cheers came from below, many people calling them a “perfect pair”.

“President Gutierrez really goes far, for a small lover, to push down his former wife like this.”

“The one not loved becomes the other woman, she, a plotting woman who climbed up by looks, enjoyed three years as Mrs. Gutierrez, now her worth has reached ten thousand dollars, already quite respectable to her!”

Astraea became more pleased, smiling widely while looking at me.

“Mrs. Gutierrez, have you decided?”

“Do you choose to be my pet for one day, or let the bidding go on?”