After auctioning his wife’s right to use it, the president regretted it
Upon discovering that the auction of his wife’s “contractual rights” had become public, my husband, the CEO, was finally in a panic.
He asked his friend, “Who won Adeline in the auction? Why hasn’t she returned after a month?”
His friend hesitated, “It was your sister–in–law’s beloved who won her. Rumor has it they went to a hotel the night of the auction and haven’t come out for seven days and nights.”
My husband’s face turned pale as he finally grasped the absurdity of what he had done to me.
Just because his first love couldn’t stand my scent, for three years of marriage, if I got within three meters of him, he would throw me into a disinfectant pool and make me copy “The Women’s Commandments” as punishment.
Today, when I noticed something unusual about his fragrance, I couldn’t resist stepping closer to sniff him.
He yelled that I was obsessed with men, yet, for the first time, he didn’t order me to be thrown into the disinfectant pool.
I thought his germaphobia was finally improving.
But the next day, my “contractual rights” became the headline item at City A’s largest auction.
Whoever bid the highest could replace him as my husband and spend nights in the bridal chamber with me.
Teaser: To get my germaphobic husband to accept me, I learned nearly a hundred techniques from the Red Light District.
Yet, in three years of marriage, I have been thrown into the disinfectant pool countless times for accidentally crossing within three meters him, punished to copy “The Women’s Commandments.”
Yesterday, I noticed a sweet perfume on him and took two steps closer to ask about its source.
He yelled that I was obsessed with men but didn’t order me to be thrown into the disinfectant pool.
I thought his germaphobia was finally improving.
However, the next day, my “contractual rights” became the headline item at City A’s largest auction.
The highest bidder could exercise any rights over me for a month.
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My husband Jasper Reed’s friend was excitedly calculating the odds of winning the rights over him, tossing a card with my photo on the table.
“A pair of aces, anyone interested?”
Jasper Reed looked indifferent, continuously spraying perfume around.
“No way. Just thinking about Adeline’s stench polluting Phoebe Clark’s air makes me sick!”
“Phoebe has been studying abroad for so long. You’ve waited patiently for her return, only for Adeline to taint it. She should be taught a lesson.”
Jasper Reed speered, “Teach her? That’s a favor! I’ve never touched her. She probably can’t wait to be auctioned off and become a ‘real
woman!
“I heard Phoebe hates Adeline’s scent so much she gags at it, so Jasper has to disinfect himself every day.”
Everyone burst into mocking laughter.
Someone then snatched the card, grinning lewdly, “Hey! This card’s got a nice look. I’ll take it home for comfort.”
Their words were full of ridicule.
My face lost all color, and I staggered.
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Their words felt like hammers pounding my chest, leaving me breathless.
Whenever I accidentally crossed the three–meter line, Jasper Reed would quickly dodge away.
I always thought I was the problem, disinfecting myself with alcohol repeatedly.
Because of this, my skin barrier was completely destroyed. Even slightly hot water would make my skin swell quickly.
Jasper Reed even custom–ordered two single beds for our bedroom to avoid any contact with me.
Driven to an emotional breakdown, I demanded an explanation.
He coldly threw me a diagnosis.
“I have severe germaphobia. You can’t touch me anymore.”
I thought he would eventually heal.
Now I know it was just a lie to stay faithful to another woman.
My heart ached with bitterness.
Jasper Reed and I were childhood sweethearts, engaged since we were young.
But he only had eyes for Phoebe Clark.
If it weren’t for his mother being diagnosed with cancer, whose only wish was for us to fulfill our engagement, we wouldn’t be together.
However, Jasper Reed’s mother gave me a promise the night before our wedding:
“Addie, if Jasper ever wrongs you, you can end this marriage anytime.”
Thinking of this, I sent Jasper Reed’s mother a text:
“Mom, the auction in three days is proof of Jasper Reed’s betrayal. I don’t want this marriage anymore.”
