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My husband made me kneel to his mistress–to prove I loved him.
It happened during Nadya Loretta’s livestream.
Its title read, “So what if my ex is married? As long as his heart’s mine, I can treat his wife like a dog.”
Viewers swarmed into the livestream, furious.
“What kind of world are we living in where homewreckers get to flaunt themselves online?”
“Mistress?”
Nadya chuckled. “The one he doesn’t love is the real mistress. Don’t you agree, Jenny?”
She yanked a rope in her hand, dragging Jenny into the frame. “Everyone, Jenny Yvart my ex’s legal wife. Heiress of the Yvart family in California. And now? She’s my dog.”
Then she gave the rope a sharp tug and said, “Down. Let’s hear you bark like a dog.”
The comments section exploded.
“Insane!”
“Shameless! Way to embarrass wives everywhere.”
“Pathetic! I’ve never seen anyone this spineless. Just drop dead already.”
Tears welled up in Jenny’s eyes.
She refused to kneel–but her phone buzzed. A message lit up. “Nadya told you to kneel. So kneel. What are you hesitating for? Not like you haven’t done it before.”
It was from her husband, Samuel Jaures.
He wasn’t wrong.
This wasn’t her first time.
Six months ago, when Samuel was diagnosed as terminal, Jenny gave up all dignity as Mrs. Jaures and knelt outside Nadya’s door for three days and nights, begging her to come back.
But Nadya had just smiled. “He dumped me once without blinking. Now he wants to come crawling back? Not so easy. I want you to do a hundred things for me first.”
Since then, Jenny had been at her beck and call.
When Nadya’s family heirloom necklace fell into the sea, Samuel shoved Jenny into the water to retrieve it, even as her body went numb from the
cold.
When Nadya wanted a diamond crown from a private auction, Jenny sabotaged the Yvart family’s biggest partner to get it. The fallout cost the Jaures family 150 million dollars. Samuel stood and watched as his wife was beaten half to death under the Jaures family’s own discipline.
Nadya was cornered by thugs at a bar–Jenny threw herself into danger to get her out. They took nude photos of her. When Samuel saw the pictures, he made her scrub her body a hundred times with steel wool before letting her set foot in the house.
To fulfill Samuel’s final wish, Jenny gave up her pride, her dignity-
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everything.
Playing the dog in a livestream was Nadya’s hundredth and final demand.
On her phone, Samuel’s texts kept coming.
“I’m dying. You really still care about your pride? Jenny, do you love me or not?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn’t know anymore–what did love even mean to a man like him?
Reading his cold words, her knees buckled. She knelt and let out a soft bark, “Woof.”
Nadya laughed, delighted, and promised on the spot to get back together with Samuel after the stream.
Seconds later, Samuel’s account lit up the screen with a flood of gifts- one hundred rockets in a row.
As the effects exploded across the livestream, Jenny could practically picture his thrilled expression.
Maybe it was the adrenaline crash. Maybe it was her body finally giving in. But she broke into sobs, laughing through the tears, then collapsed.
When she woke up, she was in the guest bedroom of her own house.
The maid stood at her bedside, worried. “Mrs. Jaures, Mr. Jaures brought Ms. Loretta home. She’s staying in the main bedroom…”
Jenny’s voice was faint. “It’s fine. Just don’t let my family find out.”
She forced herself upstairs.
She only wanted to remind Samuel to take his meds. Even if the disease
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was terminal, she still chased down every miracle cure she could, hoping to buy him a little more time.
But just as she reached the door, she froze. Inside–the sounds of gasps.
and moans.
Samuel’s voice was hoarse with lust. “Nadya, you kept me waiting so long I thought I’d explode. You know I’ve been jerking off to your photos these past few days…”
Jenny had thought she was numb. Thought nothing could hurt her
anymore. But hearing her husband whisper filth into another woman’s ear -it still tore something inside her.
Then came Nadya’s breathless reply, broken up by whimpers, “She always used her background to crush me–ever since school. I’ve waited so long for this moment. Even a hundred tasks didn’t satisfy me. I want her completely on her knees!”
Jenny gave a hollow smile. Of course, she knew this was personal for Nadya. But she’d accepted all the humiliation for Samuel.
Only he had ever made her bow her head.
Then, she heard him say, “Be good, Nadya. Just 30 more days. Once I fake my death, I’m taking you around the world–to live your dream.” And just like that, Jenny felt her world go
go cold.
Their laughter spilled out of the room, carefree and unbothered, while outside the door, Jenny stood frozen, her face pale as paper.
So it was all a lie!
Samuel was never planning to die.
He watched her struggle, fight, and suffer–just so he could fake his death
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and run off to travel the world with Nadya.
She stumbled down the stairs like a broken doll. Even when she missed a step and hit the ground hard, she felt nothing.
She sat there on the cold marble floor for what felt like forever. Only when the chill had soaked through her blood did her dazed eyes finally
start to clear.
Then she picked up her phone and called her best friend, Riley Jensen, all the way in Chicago.
“Hey dear, my husband’s dying in a month. You once said you’d marry me on my 30th birthday. Still mean it?”
There was a beat of silence. Then Riley’s low, amused voice came through the line. “Better get your wedding gift ready. I’ll be there right on time.”
Jenny wasn’t the least bit surprised by the voice shift–Riley had always switched between male and female tones like changing clothes.
She only muttered a quiet warning, “Keep it down. You promised not to blow your cover until you turn 30, remember? Or else…”
Before she could finish, Riley cut her off. “Not even my wife yet, and already worrying about me?”
