Chapter 3

Chapter 3

After returning to my room, I posted an apology statement on my account, explaining at the end of the video that I had my reasons and that my actions were forced.

Facing these nosy onlookers, I knew I couldn't satisfy them completely; I had to keep their interest piqued, or the interest would quickly fade.

Sure enough, once my video was posted, I gained a lot of followers, and online followers left comments speculating about my reasons.

I ignored them and instead started editing the footage I had just shot outside. Since the sound from the hidden camera wasn't very clear, I used my phone to record the audio, capturing Makenna's gritted teeth and haughty tone perfectly.

By the time I finished, it was already afternoon, and I figured my husband should be home by now. So, I planned to go out and gather some material involving him.

But when I stepped out, I found the living room still in disarray, and Makenna was nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, I headed towards her room.

Sure enough, inside the room, Makenna was arguing with my husband. I turned on the recorder.

"I can't stand this girl anymore. I told you to marry Baylee back then, but you didn't listen. You had a rich girl right in front of you, and you chose this uncultured girl instead. I've had enough," Makenna complained.

Baylee? I was a bit confused. Ever since we got married, Makenna had been calling me a homewrecker, claiming I had ruined my husband's good relationship with Baylee.

But the truth was, I had never met Baylee. It was only after marrying my husband that I learned from Makenna that he had an idealized first love.

I had asked my husband about it, but he always brushed it off, saying she was just an ordinary classmate.

"Alright, Mom! How many times do I have to tell you? Stop bringing this up. There's no chance between us. Stop being so stubborn," my husband said, sounding annoyed.

"Fine, fine. It's really a sin. I won't mention it again. But I can't stand Emmeline in this house for another day. We have to think of something."

"Why are you in such a hurry? I've already asked the lawyer to file for divorce," my husband replied, sounding impatient.

"Oh, son, are you stupid? It cost us two hundred thousand yuan to marry her! We can't just let her go without getting something back. Why not sell her and recoup some of the wedding costs?" Makenna's voice had a persuasive tone, tempting and persuasive.

My husband fell silent, seemingly considering the feasibility of her suggestion.

After a while, he spoke slowly, "You handle it. I'll pretend I don't know anything about it. I won't help you."

I knew my husband had agreed to sell me, but hearing it with my own ears still made my heart ache.

When we got married, the wedding gifts were paid from my savings. Considering his family's financial situation, I didn't ask him to contribute. I never thought he would now betray me so deeply over those wedding gifts.

I bit my lip, suppressing my anger, and quietly left.