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.