My husband lost a bet and used our living expenses to threaten me.
"Kneel down, suck their toes, suck one foot for 10,000 dollars."
The mistress was smug on the side, "See, I told you the bet I proposed was fun."
Peeling, blisters, and the sour and stinky smell of feet were pressed against my face, and the plot of being humiliated in my previous life returned.
I just wanted to take revenge on the people who have humiliated me in this life a hundredfold.
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"Rosalie Taylor, go back right now."
I was bathing the child when I suddenly received a call from my husband Eric Taylor, who sounded urgent.
When I arrived, I realized it was a high-end private bath center, and Eric was having a party with friends.
He was wearing a bathrobe, half lying on a genuine leather sofa, with a cigarette in his mouth and his feet crossed on the coffee table.
When he saw me coming in, he frowned and looked at me with disgust.
"You need living expenses, right? Kneel down and suck their toes, sucking one foot for 10,000 dollars."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was immediately a burst of laughter around.
I looked around in surprise. There were six men and one woman in the private room, all wearing bathrobes and slippers, lazily lying on the sofa.
Before I could speak, the mistress next to Eric, Laura, began to flirt, "Let the doctor of massage, who is a top student, sauna with your feet. It must be very comfortable."
"Start quickly, I can't help but want to record it and study it carefully when I go back."
In my previous life, Eric cut off my source of income half a year ago because he was dissatisfied with me hindering his affair.
I was alone with three daughters, and I couldn't even afford to buy a dollar of meat.
On the other hand, I often saw Laura posting various high-end restaurants, scenic spots, and luxury goods on social media, with captions like, "Thank you, Eric."
At that time, when my mother, who had always loved me, broke her waist, my dad gathered around and was still 50,000 dollars short of the surgery fee, so he asked if I had any way.
I went to beg Eric.
He said, "If you want money, let your dad come and kneel down to beg me."
I refused to compromise at that time.
Later, he made a bet with someone at a party. If he lost, the bet was for me to suck their toes.
I refused.
He threatened me with my daughter and my mom.
In my previous life, I endured the humiliation of others and did it, still hoping for old feelings.
But the fact was, he was more excited than anyone else, always cheering on the side.
Later, I learned that it was because my family had good financial conditions when we got married. After marriage, my dad helped him start his business with money and effort. He was accused of living off a woman.
After my parents fell into poverty, he wanted to humiliate me more than anyone else.
Thinking of this, I shook my head and said, "I don't need these living expenses. Your daughters can't go to school."
After speaking, I turned around and prepared to leave.
Chapter 2Eric was furious.
He harshly said, "Think about your daughter and your mother. Three losers and one sickly woman. As long as you dare to refuse, I will immediately have someone kick your mother out of the hospital. As for your daughter, you won't see them again."
I was just about to argue that it was a society ruled by law now, and I wouldn't be intimidated.
My phone 'ring ring ring' rang a few times. I opened my phone and saw that Dad had sent several messages.
"Rosalie, do you have any solution over there?"
"Your mother was just insisting on leaving the hospital, saying she won't have the surgery and will go home to rest."
"But I asked the doctor, and the doctor said that if she doesn't have the surgery soon, she will soon be paralyzed."
A few minutes later, my dad sent another message, "Rosalie, I know you have a lot of pressure raising children. How about we give up on the treatment and go home happily with your mom?"
I took a deep breath and asked Eric, "Ten thousand dollars for one foot, right?'
Eric nodded.
I started to carefully examine their feet.
They thought I was about to start and voluntarily stretched out their feet for me to see.
They looked at each other, showing disdain and excitement.
Laura looked at everyone and couldn't help but exclaim, "See, I told you the bet I proposed was fun."
"Look at how professional Sister Rosalie is. She must have seen countless feet. Who wants to go first? Sign up and line up," She said while raising her phone to take pictures.
In my previous life, Laura posted a video of me licking someone else's feet online, causing me to be socially isolated.
Many people despised and avoided me, and even my daughter was ridiculed by her classmates at school. They insulted my daughters, saying that the daughters of a bitch would also become bitches when she grew up.
Later, they spent their days in nightclubs and bars, playing with various men, becoming the kind of people that others despise.
I asked them why.
To my surprise, they retorted, "If you can sacrifice your dignity for money, why can't we? Besides, what we do is much better than what you do."
After I was poisoned to death by Laura, all three of my daughters were kicked out and left destitute, with no one to rely on.
On the contrary, Laura and her daughter started living a worry-free life and were respected by others.
I thought about my adorable daughter who was just cuddling in my arms a moment ago, and compared her to the messy and destitute appearance of them in their adulthood in my previous life.
I truly regretted that in my previous life. In order to maintain a complete family and fight for property, I kept on enduring and retreating.
In the end, I failed to educate my daughters, failed to obtain the property, and gave them the worst example for their lives.
In this new life, I must lead my daughters to live a different life.
Chapter 3I gathered my thoughts and pointed at the feet of two of them.
"Your feet are peeling, blistering, itchy, and smelly. This is a typical athlete's foot. It can be contagious as long as you soak your feet in the same pool as others."
After I finished speaking, people around immediately started whispering and felt a strange smell in the air. They covered their noses one after another.
Laura impatiently said, "Saying so much, do you have it or not? Do you still need living expenses?"
"Yes, of course. However, I can only bite but not suck. How about Laura showing me?"
Laura's face immediately turned ugly, her eyebrows furrowed, looking like she wanted to hit me.
She turned her gaze to Eric and widened her eyes as if asking him for help.
Eric stared at me for two seconds, then stretched his foot towards Laura's face, "Show her."
"There are too many people here, I'm afraid..." Laura wanted to refuse, but when she saw Eric's clearly cold face, she swallowed her words.
Then she demonstrated seriously and devoutly. Eric half-closed his eyes, looking like he was enjoying it.
I endured the liquid rising in my stomach, and praised her teaching while recording with my phone.
A few minutes later, Laura stopped and took a sip of water, but every time she spoke, I felt an indescribable smell in the air.
One of the fat and big-eared men couldn't help but say, "Let me go first."
Chapter 4Of course, I remembered him. In my previous life, he was also the most active one. Without waiting for me to speak, he directly put his foot on my face, and a strong sour smell came over. I kept retching, and he was very disgusted, saying, "With your quality, even if you sell yourself, no one would want you."
At that time, others followed him and tried various ways to torture and humiliate me.
After calming down, I brushed away the stray hair by my ear and pointed at the fat and big-eared man, "Your wife's name is Lucille, she lives at No. 23 Burjee Street, Yellow Avenue, and her phone number is 98023..."
I took turns pointing out the information of the wives of the men present.
Their expressions froze as if they didn't understand why I said these words.
I cleared my throat, "It's not interesting to earn this money by myself. If I want to earn, I will let everyone's wives earn together."
"You tell me, if I tell them that their husbands are in the bathhouse, and as long as they suck their toes, they will get 10,000 dollars, do you think they will come right away?"
The men present were not stupid. Everyone came out to have some fun and no one wanted to overthrow the flag at home.
One of the men was scared and said, "Rosalie, let's talk properly. If you have any difficulties, we will help." After speaking, he looked at the others present.
Then he continued, "If you have any requests, you can bring them up, and we will solve them together."
"Not much. He said 10,000 dollars for one foot. Give me as many 10,000 dollars as the number of feet you have. Once I receive the money, I will leave immediately."
Eric told them not to listen to me.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number.
Finally, each of them gave me 20,000 dollars.
Before leaving, Laura put on a pitiful look and said, "You don't love Eric at all. You are not willing to do even such a small thing for him."
"I really love him. Please divorce and give him back to me."
I looked at Laura and said, "You are really funny. I have a good relationship with my husband. Why should I get a divorce? Maybe you just have a natural inclination for this kind of man."
Chapter 5Before leaving, I quietly left a message for the kind person who 'supported' me.
"Do you know where your wife's information comes from? It's all collected by my husband, just to control you."
"If you don't believe it, you can check if there are two pinhole cameras next to the TV in the room."
They did see the cameras there. No matter how Eric explained, they all felt that he was framing them and left angrily.
Of course, Eric didn't have the intention to frame his good brother. It's just that I remembered in my previous life that a club was exposed to hidden cameras, so I took the opportunity to take back some interest.
After going out, I shared the video I just recorded with the wives of those people. As a woman, I must help women see through men.
On Saturday morning, the weather was fine. I had breakfast at home with my child when Laura came to visit with a girl about eight years old.
I stood at the door and asked them what they wanted.
"Rosalie Taylor, I beg you, I really can't lose Eric, and my daughter can't be without a father. Please give Eric back to us."
As soon as she finished speaking, she instructed her daughter, "Meggie, quickly kneel down and beg this beautiful and kind aunt to have mercy and give our father back to us."
With a "clang", the sound of bones falling to the ground.
Her daughter knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, "Please, beautiful aunt. I am eight years old this year and have never seen my father. Please, please give my father back to me."
Laura also knelt down, tears streaming down her face.
It was on the weekends, that many people went out for morning coffee and exercise, and they all stopped and looked at me.
"I have been with Eric for ten years, accompanying him from the low point to now. In order to help him, I also have a lot of illness," Laura said weakly.
The surrounding crowd began to whisper and point at me, "So she is the third party. She always takes care of the children herself and has three daughters. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Don't associate with her, she has bad behavior."
"She is so ugly and so flirtatious; she must not be a good person."
Chapter 6In the past, I thought I was not wrong and that rumors would be self-defeating, so I didn't explain.
Later, I realized that the rumors were getting worse and worse. When I took my daughter out, I was always pointed and talked about.
Neighbors who used to greet me would hide when they saw me, and they wouldn't let their daughters play with my daughter either.
My daughters went to the kindergarten in the community, but they were getting more and more unhappy.
One time, my eldest daughter's arm was bruised and her face was scratched.
I asked her and found out that the children in the kindergarten had been calling her a bastard, saying that her mother was a mistress, and she would also be a mistress in the future. They told her not to play with her and even led others to hit her.
I went to find my daughter's homeroom teacher.
The teacher stared at me and said, "You're afraid of being called a mistress even though you are one? The original wife has come to your door, and her daughter is 8 years old. Your eldest daughter is only 6 years old. If you're not a mistress, who is?"
"It's all because you have no shame. You intruded into someone else's marriage, got pregnant, and used the child, and threatened her boyfriend to marry you. She is the one who is lonely and helpless. She is so kind to you, but I won't tolerate you."
In the past, I always adhered to the identity of a civilized person and tolerated all kinds of provocations from Laura, wanting to condemn them with morality.
However, I realized that if she had morals, she wouldn't keep coming to provoke me again and again.
I couldn't use kindness and morality to deal with her. I had to use magic to defeat magic.
After realizing this, I immediately ran into the room, took out a megaphone, and shouted to the onlookers outside, "This is my marriage certificate with my husband. I am his legal wife, not someone's mistress."
"On the other hand, some ex-girlfriends, left him when he went bankrupt and came back to fight for his property when he became successful."
The quality of the speaker was good, the sound was loud and clear, and everyone around could hear it clearly.
Laura still knelt in front of my house with her daughter. I went into the house, picked up a broom, and knocked on Laura's buttocks. She trembled and ran away with her daughter.
In the evening, my husband Eric angrily called me.
"You are really a poisonous woman. Laura went to visit you with good intentions, but you didn't even offer her a cup of coffee and instead beat her."
"She was kind and didn't care about you. If she reported to the police, you would be in big trouble."
"You must apologize to her tomorrow, write an apology letter by hand, and stick it in the community to clear her name."
"Honey don't be angry. I know you want to enjoy a happy life together. I'm not here to break you up, I'm here to join you."