My Husband Sold Me

“How dare you question me? You sent all that money—weren’t you just trading on your looks? Now you’re old and useless, no one wants you. So you crawl back to leech off me? Who knows what diseases you caught?”

Ethan sneered as he blocked my door. Samantha nestled in his arms.

Even this house—he mocked—was the one I’d paid off monthly for seven years!

A family of leeches, draining me dry.

For seven years, I scraped and saved just to get him the best targeted therapies.

I turned down every opportunity from my boss,

and what did I get in return? Insults.

“Give me back every cent I earned! Let’s get a divorce! Get out of the house I bought!” I shouted, trembling with fury.

“Divorce? Never! This is Samantha’s critical moment! I’ve invested so much in her concert—I won’t let negative press ruin it!”

He lunged at me and dragged me inside while I was off guard.

Ignoring my struggle, he locked me in the guest room:

“You’ll stay here quietly for a few days! I’ll have someone bring your meals.”

“Once Samantha’s solo concert is done, we’ll divorce. But remember—I, Ethan, only have one wife: Samantha! If you breathe a word about this to anyone, don’t expect a single coin!”

“You’re an illegal. Even if I kill you, no one will know. Stay obedient...”

His voice was cold, like a demon’s whisper.

“Let me out! Ethan, you’ll die for this! How could you treat me like this?” I screamed, pounding the door until my palms bled.

All I heard was the door being locked from outside, then silence.

I took out my phone and searched for Samantha.

It was my fault—I’d trusted Ethan too much. I thought they had long cut ties.

But what I saw hit me like lightning.

For seven years, the money I’d earned had been used to groom Samantha.

She went from a second-rate cellist to a third-rate “artist.”

Their carefully curated “loving couple” image fooled everyone—no one even knew I existed.

Grief and helplessness crushed me—until the phone rang again and again, snapping me back.

“Rachel, why aren’t you picking up? Are you crying? Did that bastard hurt you?” My boss’s voice came through.

Hearing his familiar tone, I finally broke down and cried out all my pain.

Bang!

Something shattered on his end of the call.

“Send me your location—I’ll fly there right now! Don’t be afraid!” he said, barely controlling his rage.

“That piece of trash! I knew he was no good! I thought you'd leave that loser ages ago!”

“I can’t believe he’s this disgusting! Damn it—I should’ve investigated him earlier!”

He blamed himself repeatedly. His words of promise brought me a sliver of calm.

Seven years—

I hadn’t done what Ethan accused me of. I never sold myself.

When I was smuggled abroad, traffickers almost got me.

I escaped with my life.

As an undocumented migrant, I could only do cheap labor and finish work at dawn.

That’s when I found Julian—on the brink of death.

I saved him, and with no one else to trust, he hired me as his personal assistant and became my boss.

Knowing I was supporting a man back home,

he paid me a high salary and secretly saved the rest for me.

After he recovered and defeated his enemies,

I chose to resign.

He warned me again and again: a man who lets a woman support him is never worth it. But I was blinded by love.

He finally accepted my decision—and gave me all the bonuses I’d earned.

He even transferred shares of a cultural company in America to me.

“Call me anytime. Whenever you need me. This will always be your home,” he said.

I didn’t expect his words to come true so soon.