Chapter 1
My husband auctioned off my V card after five years of our marriage.
“I told you don’t touch me! Emily doesn’t like it.” He looked at me with disgust.
I had always thought he avoided me because of his obsession with cleanliness–turns out, it was just because his mistress didn’t like it.
“Guys, my wife’s desperate for a man to touch her!” he sneered.
I closed my eyes and called my grandmother.
“Grandma, bring me the document. I’ll sign it now.”
Grandma held up the divorce agreement and slapped it across Cassian’s face. “Since you don’t wnat Jocelyn as your wife, she is no longer yours.”
Whenever my hand brushed against my husband’s skin by mistake, he’d punish me by forcing me to kneel.
Then one day, I noticed a faint red mark near his collarbone and, without thinking, reached out to touch it.
He stormed off in anger, slamming the door behind him, but surprisingly, he didn’t make me kneel this time.
After five long years, I believed he had slowly come to accept my touch.
But the next morning, I learned that my virginity was being put up for sale at a high–class auction in New York, set to take place in just two
days
Cassian Vroman’s friends were eyeing the situation with creepy grins. discussing what it might sell for. Meanwhile, he just kept wiping his collarbone with disinfectant, over and over, saying, “She had the nerve to touch where Emily kissed me. Who does she think she is? Just seeing her makes me feel gross.”
“Emily just came back from her vacation. You waited ages for that kiss. Jocelyn Yount had no shame touching that spot. She needs to be taught a
lesson.”
Cassian scoffed, full of contempt. “What kind of lesson is this? No one’s laid a finger on her in five years. She’s probably dying for a rich guy to buy her. You don’t get it, she’s desperate.
“As if she can’t survive without a man!”
Then the room filled with cruel laughter, loud enough to shake the ceiling.
“Emily can’t stand Jocelyn’s scent. It makes her sick to her stomach, so Cassian has to clean himself with disinfectant every time he touches her. I bet Jocelyn actually believes she’s filthy, haha!”
“This auction is like a fresh start for her. She can finally stop pretending to be pure. I bet she’s thrilled!”
While they kept laughing at me, my body went cold.
It felt like invisible hands were squeezing my chest, so tight I could hardly breathe, and my world faded to black.
Whenever my husband, Cassian Vroman, touched me, he’d flinch and jump back like I was something terrifying.
At one point, I actually believed I was carrying germs and started
19:00
scrubbing myself with disinfectant every night..
After a while, my skin became badly damaged. Even a light breeze would make it itch, leaving me with painful rashes and red patches.
He even replaced our shared bed with two separate ones in the main room, like he was scared I’d somehow pass the germs to him.
When I asked him again and again, almost losing my mind, he finally tossed a hospital document at me.
“I have severe obsessive–compulsive disorder with cleanliness. Don’t even touch me, not even a single strand of hair!”
It turned out the reason behind all this was just something Emily Reagan. said, words like “gross” and “allergic“, and somehow that ridiculous excuse became his truth.
Our families had known each other forever and we were engaged to each other when we were still little.
As time passed, the engagement slowly faded from the minds of both. families, and both sides agreed we should be free to love who we want.
But Cassian’s grandmother, Sophia Vroman, who had been sick for a long time and bound by her old–fashioned beliefs, insisted we get married according to the old arrangement.
She was fully aware that Cassian liked Emily, and I already had a boyfriend back then, but she still pushed for the marriage. We didn’t have much say.
Just when I was still unsure, Sophia left me a way out.
“I truly hope you and Cassian will stay together forever. But if he ever truly wrongs you, I’ll show up myself with the divorce agreement signed by him and make sure you’re free.”
Then came the wedding day. He didn’t even let me into the house.
I thought maybe he just needed more time to accept me, so I tried to be understanding and accepted all his weird habits about “obsessive- compulsive disorder“.
But that patience dragged on for five whole years.
For five years. I lowered myself completely, and now all I get is this. painful truth.
Į called Sophia, my voice numb as I spoke, “The auction happening downtown in two days is enough proof that Cassian has betrayed me. Please let me go, Sophia.”
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