Chapter 1

Nine months into my pregnancy, my husband, Julian, raffled me off like a prize on his live stream.

The winner only had to pay $9,999 to sleep with me.

The live chat exploded with filthy comments.

"The streamer shared their sex tapes before. His wife screams so loud."

"I'll chip in 99 bucks. Can you stream it live while they do it?"

A suffocating chill ran down my spine.

With trembling hands, I clicked through the videos on his profile.

There were intimate photos of me, my baby's ultrasound scans, and explicit videos of us in bed while I was pregnant.

My hands shook as I quickly created a burner account and left a comment.

"What you're doing is illegal. How can you do this to your wife?"

Julian simply smirked at the camera.

"My wife loves me more than anything. It's just using her body to make some quick cash—she won't mind at all!"

"Besides, I'm not keeping the money to myself."

"Her childhood friend, her brother, and I are all counting on this cash to take her best friend on a luxury vacation!"

Cold horror washed over me.

Only ten seconds left on the countdown before the winner was announced.

I stared at the winning username on the screen.

Without a word, I picked up the hospital go-bag I had packed weeks ago.

I printed out the divorce papers and signed my name.

Some decisions don't need a vote.

From this moment on, they were dead to me.

I looked down at my heavily swollen belly and retreated into the bedroom.

The second I clicked the door shut, all the strength drained from my body.

I opened the live stream again.

His profile already had over two million followers.

So this was the "business" Julian had been building for the past three years.

Swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I scrolled back to his very first video.

Episode 1 was filmed on our wedding day.

Title: "Broke Guy Striking Gold: First Night with a Billionaire Heiress."

In the video, I had tears in my eyes as I whispered "I do" toward the camera.

The second half of the clip was our wedding night.

My breathless gasps and the humiliating words Julian coaxed me into saying were all exposed to hundreds of thousands of strangers.

Down in the comments, my own brother, Ryan, led the crowd.

"My naive sister was shielded by our parents her whole life. A few sweet words and she completely lost her mind."

My childhood friend, Austin, chimed in right after.

"Julian hit the jackpot—got the girl and her fortune. Man, I'm jealous."

Episode 25 was titled: "How Crazy Does a Pregnant Wife Get?"

Julian had deliberately slipped mango into my prenatal meal, knowing full well I was severely allergic.

I broke out in full-body hives, suffered through agonizing sleepless nights, and broke down in tears.

He spun the footage with a caption acting like the victim.

"Pregnant mood swings are terrifying. Make one tiny mistake and she never lets it go.

Brothers, is marriage really the graveyard of love?"

The comments tore me to shreds, calling me high-maintenance and toxic.

"It's just a rash! Take an antihistamine. Making her husband suffer all night—what a drama queen."

"Julian works so hard for money. Marrying a rich girl means serving a spoiled brat."

My supposed best friend, Vivian, fueled the fire in the comments.

"Chloe is just stubborn. Please don't hate on her, guys. Julian, hang in there. I'll drop by to talk sense into her tomorrow."

I remembered that day. Vivian really had come over.

She brought a bunch of supplements that weren't even safe for pregnancy.

I thought she just didn't know any better. In reality, she was just putting on a show for the camera.

Episode 70: "Taking My Pregnant Wife for an Ultrasound—Boy or Girl?"

Julian posted my medical records online.

People even made disgusting memes out of my baby's ultrasound pictures.

Followers placed bets in the chat on the baby's gender.

Someone left a vile comment:

"If it's a girl, she can follow in her mom's footsteps and stream for us when she grows up."

Julian didn't get angry at all. Instead, he replied with a laughing emoji.

"Only if she turns out as pretty as her mom."

My heart froze completely.

For three years, I thought we had real love. To them, I was just a clown.

Fine. If they wanted a show, I'd give them one hell of a performance.