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For ten years of marriage, Liam slept with others in our home 99 times.
And each time, he made me wash the bedsheets after their intimate encounters.
I endured silently, watching him cycle through one mistress after another.
Until the fifth month of my pregnancy, when his 100th bedmate tricked me into going to a bar and had people torture me for a day and a night.
My lower body was bleeding profusely, and I felt worse than death.
For the sake of the child in my womb, I knelt on the ground begging him to take me to the hospital.
He sneered and said:
"Seraphina, stop pretending."
"Even if you died, I wouldn't spare you a glance."
With that, he continued his passionate encounter with his new flame on the bar couch, in full view of everyone.
By the time I was taken to the hospital, the child in my womb had already stopped breathing.
Due to the inhuman torture, I also suffered a uterine prolapse, forever losing the right to have children.
When I woke up, I desperately dialed the phone:
"Cadence, send me the company's financial statements. I'll be back in three days."

Washed 99 Bedsheets For My Husband and His Lovers

In my dream, it was all about the abuse I suffered at the bar last night from those people.


I screamed desperately for help, but no one responded.


Until I saw Liam standing in the doorway, backlit.


I struggled to wake up, realizing my back was soaked with sweat.


"You can still sleep now, seems those guys went too easy on you yesterday."


"Melody's pregnant too. Why don't you go be her postpartum nanny at the maternity center?"


Liam looked at me with a playful expression, his eyes gleaming with an indecipherable light.


I gazed back at him calmly, indifferently saying:


Seeing no reaction from me, he found it boring and casually sat on the edge of the bed, punching me in the stomach.


My recently cleaned-out womb instantly erupted in severe pain, and I couldn't help but cry out.


The evil in Liam's eyes intensified as he cruelly said to my belly:


"Little brat, if you end up disobedient like your mom, I'll punch you dead just like this."


I knew he wanted to provoke me, to see my pained expression, but I refused to give him the satisfaction.


I gritted my teeth, glaring at him intensely.


This silent confrontation only ended when Liam's phone rang.He had just answered the phone when Melody's sobs came through.


"Liam, come quick! My stomach hurts so bad!"


After hanging up, Liam's face immediately darkened. Without a word, he slapped me across the face.


"I'm warning you, if anything happens to the baby in Melody's belly, you can forget about having your own child!"


"You'll also have to get on your knees and beg Melody for forgiveness!"


My right cheek instantly swelled up and turned red.


The metallic taste of blood in my mouth grew stronger. I spat it out with a "ptooey".


He had actually knocked out one of my teeth.


But Liam didn't spare me another glance, hurrying away with a worried look.


I watched his retreating figure, feeling utterly desolate.


After a long while, I took out my phone and booked a flight to Los Angeles.


The next day, seeing the news on my phone, I finally understood the real reason for Liam's anger.


Yesterday, the hotel Liam and Melody went to happened to be raided by police cracking down on prostitution.


The two of them were mistakenly arrested in the confusion.


Liam thought I had tipped off the police, which is why he called to yell at me.


The sudden turn of events had upset Melody's pregnancy.


Liam blamed everything on me, which is why he hit me.Not only that, but I also started receiving a bunch of bizarre harassing phone calls every day.


Each time I answered the phone, it was a different man, but they all had the same sleazy tone:


"Hey sweetheart, how much for a night?"


In just two days, I heard more vulgar language than I had in my entire life before.


I was completely baffled until I was discharged from the hospital and saw flyers posted on telephone poles on the street.


I felt like I had been struck by lightning in that moment.


They had my nude photos printed on them along with my phone number.


I immediately realized Liam was behind this.


Because besides him, no one had ever seen that photo.


Back when we first got together, he asked me to send him private pictures.


I repeatedly refused, but he angrily said:


"If you don't send them, it means you don't love me."


"All my friends' girlfriends send them pictures, you're the only one who won't."


"If you don't send them, we're breaking up!"


I didn't want to lose him, so I only agreed after he promised not to share them with anyone else.


Chapter 3