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."

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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 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.

I 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."

I came home very late, and for the first time, Cassian didn't treat me with indifference. Instead, he showed a bit of tenderness toward me.

However, the lipstick stains on the glass that wasn't mine and the underwear scattered between the sofa cushions still burned my eyes.

"Didn't you always want to touch me? It's been five years. I can't believe you've never wanted to at all."

I turned around in surprise and met his gaze, noticing a faint redness slowly forming at the corners of his eyes.

But remembering the crude remarks he made to his friends, I quickly looked away.

"I'm exhausted, I need to rest."

When Cassian heard me declining, the desire in his eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by irritation. "You used to beg me to sleep with you. What's this now? Don't forget, you're my wife. Be good."

With that, he shoved me against the wall and stripped me of all my clothes, leaving me exposed.

I gasped, but at the next moment, he pushed me into the main room. He stayed outside, locking the door behind me.

He coldly told me, "I have other things to do, you stay there alone for the night."

I searched the entire room but couldn't find anything to wear. Even the sheets and curtains were gone.

Just when I thought it didn't matter that I was naked in the room, a blinding glint from a telescope across the street caught my eye. Several men in the opposite villa were fighting to take turns peering through it.

"That's Jocelyn Yount, the one who auctioned her virginity. Thanks to Cassian for letting us inspect the 'product' first so we can offer a better price later. Incredible!"

"Let me see, let me see. Wow, she's gorgeous. But I wonder if I can outbid those rich guys. The ones at the auction are all powerful and wealthy people."

"Whether we get her or not is another question. For now, we can just enjoy the view. Hahaha, we're not losing anything!"

***

I stood frozen, overwhelmed. Their lecherous stares were like needles, piercing through my body and causing unbearable pain, but there was nowhere to escape.

As their filthy words filtered into my ears, I curled up in a corner, trying to shield myself and shaking with fear.

Downstairs, Cassian wasn't idle either. From what I overheard, it was clear he was tangled up with Emily.

"Jocelyn actually thought I wanted her. Didn't you see the look in her eyes? It was like she wanted to devour me. She's disgusting."

I could hear disinfectant being sprayed as they spoke.

"Don't worry, Emily, you're the only one who can have me. I won't let myself get tainted."

Then, the sounds coming from downstairs grew more unbearable.

I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling emotionally drained. No matter how many eyes were on me, I stayed numb, unaffected.

It wasn't until late at night that Cassian unlocked the door, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary, and calmly said, "I got so caught up in work, I completely forgot about you. Hurry up and put this on, or you'll get sick."

He threw a bathrobe at me impatiently, as though just looking at me would somehow tarnish his eyes.

I quickly covered myself with the bathrobe, but the chill on my skin didn't fade.

Cassian glanced at his phone and muttered, "That's odd, Grandma's illness hasn't improved, so why would she want to be discharged from the hospital?"

I gave a half-hearted excuse. "Maybe she just feels a bit uncomfortable and wants some fresh air."

Right after, his phone buzzed again. In that instant, I caught a glimpse of a glaring message. "Cassian, the nude video worked! A wealthy man paid 500 thousand dollars upfront, but he's in his seventies. Jocelyn's virginity is gonna be a real treat! Hahaha!"

That's when I noticed a hidden camera in the room, one that was capable of streaming everything live.

To put it simply, not only did the thugs across from the house see me without clothes earlier, but so did the rich men online who were eligible to join the auction.

Cassian quickly hid his phone with a guilty look and tried to steer the conversation away. "It'll be over in just a moment, nothing to get so down about. Once I get over this, there will be opportunities."

His half-hearted tone and look of annoyance made my chest tighten.

With Emily, he could fully enjoy being close to someone, not even slightly bothered by any kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But when it comes to me, I doubt he'll ever be able to "overcome" his physical disgust.

I squeezed my hands together. I couldn't even sense any pain anymore.

While picking out a suit for himself, Cassian spoke as if it was nothing, "Go take a nice shower. I'm bringing you to an auction tonight. I heard there's a really rare item everyone's excited about. Let's go check it out."

The moment those words hit me, I froze like I'd been shocked. Scared, I shook my head and said, "I don't want to go. I'm not interested in the auction."

As soon as I said that, his expression turned cold. "Why are you being so childish? Emily even offered to buy some extra jewelry for you. You're not a kid anymore.

"You're coming no matter what. Ever since we got married, you've just stayed home cleaning and cooking. The maid has nothing left to do. If people saw you, they'd think you're trying to steal her job. Get out and experience life a little!"

I stared at my sore, scratched hands and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

For all these years, I've done my best to cater to his obsessive-compulsive disorder, washing the sheets at least three times a day and scrubbing his clothes by hand every day.

Yet, it turns out that to him, it was nothing more than babysitting.

Even worse, it was something so unworthy of his attention.

When Cassian saw me just staring at my hands, his patience snapped, and he shoved me straight into the special "disinfectant water" bathtub.

After I finished cleaning up, he seemed to force himself to wipe me down, and his disgust was clear on his face.

Once he was done drying me off, he spent some time sanitizing himself before roughly pulling me into the car.

When we reached the auction, everyone was toasting and chatting excitedly about what was to come.

As soon as Emily spotted me, she walked over with a smile and immediately started inspecting my hands.

Both of them had been washed with disinfectant, now looking pale and soft, with skin as delicate as a cicada's wing, and tiny red rashes scattered across them.

"Tsk, Jocelyn, you really are so delicate and fragile. I heard Cassian is too hesitant to touch you. Maybe he's worried about hurting you, right?"

Suddenly, someone blurted out, "Haha, he's not worried about hurting her. He clearly doesn't want to touch her, or else why would she still be a virgin after five years of marriage?"

Laughter echoed around, growing louder and louder, as if it were waves crashing over me, overwhelming me completely.

I scowled, feeling my cheeks flush, and coldly said, "Have you said enough?"

Cassian clicked his tongue, his dark eyes filled with clear irritation. "You're upset when someone calls you a virgin. Can't you tell the difference between a compliment and an insult? It shows you're innocent. If it were anyone else, they'd secretly be pleased by the praise. Don't be so ungrateful."

Seeing my expression not change, a man in the room raised a glass of wine and offered it to me. "Exactly, Jocelyn. Don't be so rude. He was just complimenting you. Here, have a drink. This wine is really high-end."

I scanned the room, noticing that everyone was staring at me.

As I thought about the idea of auctioning my virginity, everything became clear to me.

With a cold expression, I pushed the wine glass away from me.

"Didn't you mention we were just attending the auction? I don't usually drink."

Upon hearing this, Cassian's grip on the wine glass tightened, his knuckles turning pale. He forced down his anger as he said, "You're so ungrateful. I told you staying at home has made you stupid. You can't take a joke or even drink. What exactly do you want?"

I stepped back cautiously, meeting his gaze with seriousness. "I should be asking you that. What exactly is it that you want? You..."

Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a sharp needle piercing my lower back.

Hiss!

It seemed the drug was starting to take effect. My head felt heavy, and the sounds around me grew distant. "Why waste time with her? One dose will do the trick. She's the main piece for the auction. If we delay any longer, those big shots will start getting impatient!"

"You really did prepare everything well. Jocelyn is quite cautious. If you mess this up, everyone at the auction will be disappointed."

Emily leaned gently against Cassian's shoulder, her eyes filled with arrogance as she looked at me, challenging me. "Jocelyn must be feeling lucky, with so many people after her virginity. Tonight is going to be a big moment for her."

I swayed, struggling to keep my balance, and pleaded with Cassian through my gaze.

"Please don't do this. I don't want to be with another man..."

Please don't let me become the joke of the night, trampled under the feet of those scoundrels.

As I whimpered in distress, Cassian merely pulled Emily closer, sneering, and said, "Don't you enjoy men touching you? Since I can't satisfy you, I'll let someone else take my place. This way, it's a win-win, right?"

He deliberately exaggerated his touches on Emily. Each one a cruel mockery of me.

I shut my eyes in hopelessness, the terror gradually fading.

In the blink of an eye, I was stripped bare, shoved into a clear crystal box, and tossed backstage.

"Please let me out..."

But outside, it was Cassian's people. No one cared about my cries for help.

"Several wealthy old men are demanding to meet Jocelyn early. I didn't realize she was still so in demand at her age. No one knows who will get her until the end, haha!"

Perhaps Cassian's face showed some discomfort, and someone gave him a comforting pat. "Don't worry, after a night of pleasure, Jocelyn won't even remember any of this. When it's over, you can split the auction money with the guys."

The laughter outside the box began to die down, and I pinched my leg to keep myself conscious.

It wasn't until Sophia arrived and instructed her bodyguard to remove me from the box and wrap me in a blanket that I finally felt some relief.

"I didn't know that brat would go this far!"

She had me sign the divorce agreement, and then told the bodyguard to take me to the airport.

The moment I got in the car, exhaustion took over, and I drifted into sleep.

Meanwhile, the auction hall buzzed with excitement. "The final item, 'Maiden's Dream', had already reached a pre-bid of 100 thousand dollars, and... Here is our Last Man Standing Bid!"

Cheers erupted around the room, and everyone, including Cassian, turned to follow the auctioneer's signal.

When he spotted Sophia, his expression soured.

Sophia held up the divorce agreement and slapped it across Cassian's face. "Since you no longer wish for Jocelyn to be your wife, she is no longer bound to you!"