Chapter 2
The auction hall erupted with harsh laughter and jeers.
Someone even whistled and yelled, “Mr. Galley, how can you let your lovely wife be driven to her end? Hahaha…”
Oliver’s eyebrows lifted slightly, his face showing no emotion.
“If my wife doesn’t want this, she can keep bidding for herself. If she can’t, that’s her own choice—I’m all for democracy.”
The crowd agreed, their tones teasing.
“That’s true. I heard that when Jessica tried to bid on that Renaissance Venetian glass stallion last time, she also placed unlimited bidding, but Mrs. Galley stopped her. She clearly has the power—we should see what she’s capable of tonight.”
Amid the chaos, the auction bell sounded.
I was pulled from the cage like an animal with a chain around my neck, and tied to the front row facing the large screen.
My body reports and photos flashed across it, and a wave of shame washed over me.
My hands shook as I clasped them together, my mind racing.
Oliver had put all our shared assets under his account. The black-market auction house’s rules state that one account can’t be used by two people at the same time.
Right now, I couldn’t even afford to place a single bid—I didn’t have a penny to my name.
Oliver had meticulously planned this.
He was well aware of my financial predicament, auctioning off any part of my body would completely ruin me.
I felt like a lamb to the slaughter, trapped with no escape.
We had been married for eight years, and I had stood by him as he rose from obscurity to become the CEO of the Galley Group.
Throughout all the struggles, I never uttered a complaint. When he achieved fame and success, I gladly took a step back to be his supportive wife.
But now, Oliver was bent on dragging me down—all in revenge for his mistress.
The conversations around us were relentless, filled with vulgar comments one after another.
“Mr. Galley really knows how to live it up—bet the women he’s trained in bed are something else. I’ll bid on Mrs. Galley as a whole and take her home to see for myself.”
“No chance. I’ve been fixated on Mrs. Galley’s feet for a long time. I’ll have them cut off to make art—just gazing at them will thrill me. You can’t have them.”
I bit my lower lip hard, channeling all my strength to remain seated.
Eventually, the auctioneer stepped onto the stage, grabbed the microphone from the host, and announced the start of the auction.
I abruptly stood up, the chains clattering loudly.
“Hold on, I need to wash my face!”
Oliver slowly turned to look at me, his eyes filled with a cryptic mockery.
“Amy, don’t even think about escaping. The security here is so tight, that not even a fly can leave. Save your energy.”
I gritted my teeth against the physical pain and stared directly into his dark eyes.
“If not even a fly can escape, letting me wash my face to calm down isn’t asking too much, is it? Or are you too stingy to allow me even that?”
The entire crowd held their breath, watching us intently.
As our eyes locked, an unspoken tension surged between Oliver and me—a silent confrontation.
Several influential figures familiar with him frowned.
“Don’t delay Mr. Galley. We’re all impatient. Just ignore her and start already.”
“Exactly, this is wasting our time. I have a bath drawn at home, just waiting to take Mrs. Galley back.”
Finally, under the expectant eyes of everyone, Oliver’s expression turned cold and dark, his eyes ominously black.
“Shut up, all of you!”
