My Wife Divorced Me at the Auction, I Made Her RegretChapter 1

Over the weekend, my wife and I were both invited to attend a charity auction.

During the bidding, my wife's assistant named Johan Liberty and I happened to take a liking to the same painting.

I was about to compete fairly when, right in front of me, my wife lit the bid lamp for her assistant, "Douglas, you're just a live-in son-in-law in our family. What right do you have to fight with me?"

Just as the other bidders began withdrawing one by one, I snapped my fingers toward the auctioneer, "Whatever price my wife offers, I'll add ... one more dollar!"

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As soon as I said that, every guest at the auction turned to look at me.

Moments later, the room erupted in laughter, "This guy must be crazy, right? Fighting his own wife for something? He must have more money than sense!"

"He's not just crazy, he's got no brain at all. A mere son-in-law daring to challenge Miss Mason in public, completely out of line."

"I heard before coming that the Mason Family took in a live-in son-in-law some years ago. Didn't expect to actually see him here."

As the whispers grew louder, Savannah's face darkened.

The next second, she stood up abruptly and pointed at me, shouting, "Douglas, put your hand down right now, do you hear me? You're spending my family's money, how do you even have the nerve to fight me?"

I leaned calmly back into my chair, looking at her indifferently, "Savannah, I'm still your husband, at the very least. Show some respect when you talk to me."

I continued, "If I see something I like, why should I give it up to someone else? Besides, I've never spent a cent of your family's money, so stop making things up."

Halfway through, my tone turned sharp, "Remember that, I've never spent a cent of your family's money. Don't just say whatever you want."

Savannah turned red with anger at my words, "Douglas, how many times have I told you to call me 'Miss Mason' in public? You're just a dog raised by my family, we have nothing to do with each other!"

I sighed lightly and fixed my gaze on her, "Alright Miss Mason, are you seriously going to fight me over something just for your assistant?"

In fact, the moment I walked into the auction, I already sensed something was off.

Logically speaking, as Savannah's husband, I should have been seated beside her, not shoved into a corner.