How Did I End Up With Six Husbands

“Take off your clothes!”

“Yeah, strip!”

“Look at her—bet she’s been dying to show off anyway.”

Before I could react, someone lunged forward and yanked open the buttons on my nightgown.

The red birthmark on my shoulder and the mole above my chest were instantly exposed—confirming, in everyone’s eyes, that I was the woman these men were looking for.

Overwhelmed with shame, I grabbed my torn clothes and crouched down, trying to cover myself.

“This is all just coincidence! I don’t even know them! Mom, Dad—please, get them out of here!”

Tears streamed down my face as I desperately looked around for my parents.

But the sofa where they’d been sitting was now empty—they were gone.

Seeing that I had no one to protect me, more people stormed inside.

They dragged me to the floor.

Someone tried to pull down my pants.

“Let’s see if she really has that butterfly tattoo on her ass!”

Hands groped me from every direction.

Disgust and helplessness surged through me. I struggled as hard as I could, but they pinned down my wrists and ankles.

“She had six kids and still looks this slutty. Tsk. She's born to be a whore.”

“Bet her hole’s all stretched out by now.”

“Nope, it’s still pink.”

“Get off me! Get the hell off me! I swear to God, I’ll call the police!”

One of the men slapped me across the face four times in a row. Blood filled my mouth.

“Call the cops? I should be the one calling the cops, you filthy slut. What’s the difference between you and a prostitute?”

“Everyone here gets a turn! One buck each!”

“Me! Me!”

“I’ll pay two!”

The humiliation was crushing, suffocating. For a moment, I truly wanted to die.

But my body was pinned down, and I couldn’t move an inch.

Had fate really given me a second chance... only to show me how powerless I still was?

“Amber, you disgusting whore! I waited for you at the hotel for hours, and this is what you were doing? An orgy with all these men?!”

Lester finally pushed through the crowd, dressed like the perfect gentleman in his tailored suit.

His eyes were filled with loathing, and pure disgust.

But right now, he was my only hope.

“Lester... please... help me...” I choked out.

“Help you? After you cheated on me with this many men?! You’ve got some nerve showing your face!”

He lifted his foot and stomped on my face.

“So you're the groom?” one of the men sneered.

“Damn, looks like you’re just as kinky as she is.”

“They say birds of a feather flock together—and it’s true.”

The men shoved Lester out into the living room.

That was when we heard the sound of police sirens outside.

“Her man called the cops!”

“No—it wasn’t me.”

Lester shrank back, shaking his head in fear. “It wasn’t me!”

“It was me.”

Thalia’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

It was like seeing a lifeline tossed into a storm.

She helped me get cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes.

When I returned to the living room, the onlookers had already scattered.

Only the six men and their children remained.

Lester stood sheepishly by the door, while my parents were talking to two police officers.

“This is all just a misunderstanding, officers,” my mother said. "Our daughter, Amber, has no sense of shame—she's had so many children out of wedlock. We’re just an old couple, and we can’t even show our faces in public anymore..."

My father held my mother in his arms as she sobbed dramatically.

Everyone turned to look at me.

Their expressions were a mix of shock, scorn, and something else I couldn’t name.

Lester’s eyes were filled with fury, like he wanted to strangle me right then and there.