I didn’t make a scene this time—I was simply too exhausted.
Still, I snapped a photo of the signed divorce agreement, with Ethan’s signature clearly visible.
Even if he changed his mind, once my boss arrived, he’d take care of everything for me.
All I had to do now was wait—wait for Julian to come and save me, and wait for the agreed divorce date to arrive.
The next day, I woke up weak with hunger. I hadn’t eaten or drunk anything all day. I was so famished that black spots danced in my vision.
“Open the door! I want food!”
I banged on the door for what felt like forever until I finally heard shuffling outside.
When it opened, a disgusting stench slammed into my face.
“Hey, is she really okay?”
Two homeless men stared at me, eyes greedy and mouths drooling, slowly inching toward me.
“What are you doing?! Get away from me! Come any closer and I’ll call the police!” I yelled, pulling out my phone.
In truth, the battery had already died.
Samantha finally emerged from behind them.
She sneered, stormed over, snatched my phone, slammed it to the floor, and crushed it under her heel.
“Relax! My husband already gave her two million. The fee’s paid—you can do whatever you want! Call the cops? Go ahead!”
She pinched her nose, visibly disgusted by the men’s stench, but stood there, watching as they leered and crept toward me.
“Samantha, are you insane?!”
“House arrest is illegal! That two million is mine—I earned it! I deserve it!”
“I was being kind by not fighting back—I’ve paid far more than two million!”
She ignored everything I said, so I shouted as loud as I could:
“Ethan! If you’re a man, come out! Don’t hide behind a woman! You shameless coward!”
One of the men lunged toward my bed. Both reached for me at once, their filthy hands groping as their sour breath hit my face.
Drool dripped onto my chest. My voice began to tremble with fear.
Samantha had completely shed her mask from the night before.
“Your money? Isn’t that the money you spent to support a man? And now you want it back? You think there’s no cost to that?”
“You say it’s illegal? I’ll cry to everyone that you came back from abroad with a dirty disease and tried to extort money from me. Let’s see who they believe—me, an artist, or you, a filthy slut!”
With arms folded, she looked down at me smugly and barked at the men:
“What are you waiting for? She’s been with old foreign men all these years—this is just her playing hard to get!”
“Do a good job! What are you staring at me for? Want me to take her clothes off for you? Useless trash! If you can’t do it, get lost. There’s a whole line of hobos waiting outside!”
The two men, hearing this, grew frantic.
They had only slipped into this wealthy neighborhood hoping for a lucky break—now they couldn’t believe their fortune.
“What are you scared of, bro? No one’s gonna know. She’s the one who asked for this!”
Grinning wickedly, they rushed toward me again. Even on a normal day, I wouldn’t be able to fight off two grown men—let alone when I was starving and dizzy.
Satisfied, Samantha closed the door behind her.
“Take your time. Ethan won’t be home tonight. Sister, enjoy your two-million-dollar service…”
The foul stench overwhelmed me. I scrambled backward, trying to vanish into the corner.
My resistance only made them more excited.
My thin coat tore apart.
I fought with everything I had.
