My wife put me on an online shop.
Worthless Husband Clearance Sale: $998 for a dinner date, $9,998 for overnight, $99,998 for a month. No returns or exchanges.
When I asked her what was going on, she was busy drinking with her first love and snapped at me impatiently:
"It's just a joke! What are you so worked up about? Do you really think anyone would buy you?"
"As if! Such a useless man—whoever buys you would be getting ripped off. I'd actually love it if someone bought you so I could cash in!"
But then a wealthy woman actually placed an order, offering five million dollars to buy me for life.
My wife panicked, willing to pay an exorbitant penalty fee, crying and refusing to let me go.
...
I froze when I accidentally came across Molly Hayes' online store.
She had listed me for sale with clearly marked prices.
"Worthless Husband Clearance Sale:
$998 for a dinner date, $9,998 for overnight, $99,998 for a month. No returns or exchanges."
The product page featured all my most unflattering photos.
The description read:
"Ugly, lazy, incompetent, can't make money.
He begged me on his knees before I agreed to be with him.
This must be karma punishing me for something terrible I did in a past life.
If any kind-hearted blind person could save me from this misery, I'd appreciate it~"
My heart sank. After eight years of marriage, I never imagined this was how she saw me!
Just then, my phone received a location pin from Molly, with her usual commanding tone:
"Come pick me up. Be here within 30 minutes or you're sleeping in the doghouse tonight."
She'd always treated me this way, without an ounce of respect.
At this point, I wasn't even angry anymore—just utterly exhausted.
While driving, I noticed people were actually placing orders on that product link.
Worried about misunderstandings, I hurriedly sped toward the bar.
Molly was having a great time with her friends.
Just as I was about to speak, I heard her excitedly shout:
"You lost! Pay up! Click the link! Make that loser take you out for spaghetti, hahaha!"
Her friend reluctantly pulled out her phone, and moments later, another order appeared on the link.
In that moment, my heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss. My wife thought so little of me that she was treating me like a plaything to be passed around among her friends!
Another round of their game began, and Molly lost.
She pouted in disgust and said:
"I'm already sick of looking at him every day, and now I have to spend money to eat spaghetti with him?!"
That's when Sean Murphy, sitting beside her, put his arm around her shoulders and declared:
"Don't place an order if you don't want to. You're my woman, not Nathan Shaw's.
I'll cover your loss—drinks are on me tonight, everyone!"
Molly looked at him adoringly and planted a kiss on him.
Amid her friends' cheers, I quietly approached them.
All eyes turned to me—the legitimate husband.
They knew I had seen and heard everything.
Yet not one of them felt awkward or embarrassed.
Instead, they laughed carelessly:
"Well, well, if it isn't Molly's pathetic pushover of a husband showing up right on cue!
Better go home with him before he gets down on his knees begging again!"
In everyone's mind, Molly had always loved Sean since childhood.
I had fallen for her at first sight and pursued her relentlessly.
I even supposedly begged her on my knees to be with me.
That's why she gave up Sean and married me instead.
Molly never respected me, and everyone looked down on me as a pathetic fool.
I closed my eyes, trying to ignore their contemptuous looks, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Take down the listing. Stop misleading people. This isn't funny at all."
Molly remained silent, not even bothering to look at me.
Sean licked his lips and said smugly:
"What's the rush? Molly can post whatever she wants.
Or are you actually worried someone might buy you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.
Molly laughed the hardest, clutching her stomach, barely able to straighten up.
Suddenly, she grabbed her phone and started typing furiously.
Moments later, my phone began vibrating non-stop.
In a flash, Molly had blasted the product link across multiple group chats and even posted it on Facebook!
Her caption read:
"Just playing a joke on my husband, and he's actually worried someone might buy him!
This man is so stupid, hahaha! Take a look, everyone—would any of you buy him?"
Some friends urged her to take it down.
But more people joined in mocking me.
"Too ordinary yet so confident. Dreaming too big. Next!"
"With that face, you think you're worth money? Better eat something nutritious first!"
Even Molly's father chimed in:
"He's not worth a damn! Instead of worrying about this nonsense, he should be out making more money to give my daughter a better life!"
Sean read these comments aloud while Molly and her friends laughed hysterically.
Perhaps in their eyes, I was no different from a monkey in a zoo—just a joke.
I watched disappointedly as tears of laughter streamed down Molly's face, feeling completely numb inside.
I once loved her with all my heart, enduring whatever treatment she gave me.
But at this moment, I couldn't help remembering what my parents had said:
"Molly doesn't love you that much. If you're not happy, just get a divorce!"
While lost in thought, Molly's phone suddenly pinged.
Someone had placed an order—500 units at once.
Nearly five million dollars to buy me for forty years!
Everyone's smiles suddenly froze as they began whispering among themselves:
"Someone actually bought him? Could they be trafficking him overseas, or involved in illegal organ harvesting?"
Molly's expression grew panicked. Perhaps I was mistaken, but in her eyes, there seemed to be a hint of concern and reluctance.
Her voice trembled as she said, "Don't scare yourselves! I'll just explain to the buyer and arrange a refund right away."
Sean stopped her.
"Why refund? It's five million dollars! Baby, have you forgotten our dream? With this money, we could buy a nice car and travel the world together!"
At the mention of their past, Molly's expression filled with nostalgia and yearning. But remembering her friends' speculations, she still hesitated.
Sean then put on a sorrowful face and said, "Someone once knelt down and forced you to reject me. You've already abandoned me once. Are you going to disappoint me a second time?"
Molly seemed struck by some secret memory, her eyes flooding with guilt as she looked at Sean.
I was shocked by Sean's shamelessness and fixed him with an icy stare. "You know perfectly well in your heart who really disappointed whom, don't you?"
A flash of guilt crossed Sean's face before he gave Molly a wounded look.
Molly immediately shielded him protectively behind her, her eyes nothing but cold indifference when she turned to me.
She shouted furiously, "You constantly claim to love me, so what's wrong with sacrificing something for me? You're so utterly useless—you should feel honored to finally have a chance to earn money for me! Besides, if it weren't for you, I would have been with Sean long ago. I wouldn't feel this regret now! This is what you owe us! You need to pay up!"
With that, she transferred the money directly to Sean.
I stared at Molly, utterly incredulous, my voice hollow with desperation: "Even if I'm trafficked overseas and have my organs harvested, you truly don't care?"
Her eyes flickered momentarily, but she remained firm beside Sean, silently nodding.
This scene was like a razor-sharp sword piercing straight through my heart, then twisting violently inside, shredding my soul until I could barely breathe through the agony.
When the pain reached its unbearable peak, a strange clarity washed over me. I didn't want to explain anything anymore and just said with a bitter smile, "Since you both harbor such regret, let's get divorced. I'll set you free."
Her response was a stinging slap across my face. Despite her being the one who didn't love me, her eyes were rimmed with red.
The people around us burst into mocking laughter: "Stop the act! Everyone knows you love Molly more than your own life. As if you'd actually divorce her! You're just pretending to want a divorce for attention!"
Seeing their reaction, Molly finally relaxed. She looked at me with utter disgust, pointing at my face as she scolded, "How did I never notice how pathetic you are, trying to manipulate me by playing hard to get? If you pull this stunt again, I really will leave you!"
There wouldn't be a next time. Because this time, it wasn't her leaving me—I was leaving her.
I got divorce papers from a lawyer and packed my luggage.
Molly finally panicked. She snatched back my suitcase with tears streaming down her face, desperately apologizing.
"Honey, I'm so sorry. I just realized that you're the one I truly love. I can't bear to lose you. I can't live without you. I'll contact the buyer for a refund immediately. Please, I'm begging you, don't divorce me, okay?"
My heart, wounded countless times, betrayed me again, softening at the sight of her tears.
I wanted to push her away firmly and walk out with dignity. But after loving her for ten Christmases—ten years of holidays spent together, building memories—I simply couldn't let go.
Molly and I reconciled, and her attitude toward me improved significantly. We increasingly resembled a normal, loving couple.
One day, she asked me to pick something up for her at a certain café.
After waiting for quite some time, a pair of high heels finally stopped in front of me.
A gentle, pleasant female voice spoke above me:
"Are you Nathan? Hello, I'm the person who bought you."
In that moment, despair flooded over me completely, drowning me in its depths.
When pain reached its peak, I found myself laughing—laughing at what a complete fool I'd been!
To actually believe Molly would fall in love with me!
I raised my head, intending to explain to the buyer.
But the moment I saw her face clearly, I froze.
She brushed back her slightly curled hair, her almond-shaped eyes curving into a smile as she sat across from me in her modest heels.
That familiar feeling rushed back all at once.
It was Vivian Coleman!
She was my college classmate and also my colleague when I worked at Cornwall.
Unfortunately, I later gave up my promising career for Molly and moved to this small city.
Years had passed—Vivian must be doing quite well for herself now.
She nodded with a bright smile and said, "I'm still at the same company, now as Vice President."
"What a shame. If you had stayed with me back then, with your talent, you would certainly be..."
I quickly changed the subject: "Let's not dwell on the past."
"Anyway, that online store listing was just my wife's joke. You actually placed an order? Do you have too much money to spend? I'll go back and have her refund you right away!"
Vivian shook her head, saying very seriously:
"No refund. From today on, your next forty years belong to me."
"I want you back at the company to help me. I believe the value you'll create will far exceed five million."
At this point, she suddenly smiled mischievously and started counting on her fingers.
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid. I used all kinds of coupons, so it was quite a bargain.
"Besides, I only bought you for forty years, with the contract ending when you're 67.
"By then you'll be close to retirement. If your wife still wants you back, I can return you to her!"
Looking at her serious expression, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Vivian had even brought a labor contract with her.
The position was Project Manager with a very tempting salary. She told me to think it over carefully.
Not long after she left, a new comment appeared on the online store listing.
"Excellent person, worth every penny."
This comment stood out starkly among all the others belittling me.
I suddenly felt my eyes stinging, and realized: since I gave up everything to come to this small city, no one had ever praised me.
When I got home, just as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw my luggage carelessly thrown in the hallway.
Molly's unrestrained laughter came from inside.
"That idiot—I just cried a little, and he completely fell for it.
"You should have seen how touched he was!
"He didn't even think about it—how could I possibly love a useless man like him?
"I've already arranged with the buyer. That fool will follow her to Cornwall, and Sean can move in."
I took a deep breath. The pain of slow torture probably feels something like this.
I took out my key to open the door, only to discover Sean and Molly's parents were all there.
They looked more like a family, sitting closely together, all looking at me with contempt and mockery.
Sean even exaggerated his expression, saying:
"Well, look who's back—the guy bought by a rich woman. How well did you serve her? Did you sleep with her yet?"
At the words "sleep with," Molly frowned, her expression suddenly darkening.
Molly's mother glanced at me with disgust and said:
"The buyer must be blind. Are you blind too? Can't you see we have guests? Hurry up and boil water, make coffee!"
Seeing me standing motionless, Molly's father grew more impatient, pointing at the various gifts nearby:
"Look at Sean, bringing ginseng and fine wine when he visits! He even promised to take me to France for treatment!
"And look at you—you can't even make money during Christmas, never brought anything good when visiting, and you couldn't even find someone to help with my illness!"
"If you hadn't desperately begged on your knees for my daughter to be with you back then, she would have married Sean long ago, and my illness might have been cured by now!"
I looked at them silently, feeling an intense coldness in my heart.
Eight years ago, Molly's father suddenly fell ill.
I gave up my promising career in Cornwall and took an ordinary job in this small city.
I accompanied him to doctor appointments while taking care of the entire Hayes family.
His condition meant he couldn't touch alcohol or eat overly nourishing food, so I carefully planned his diet.
I never expected that in the end, this would be twisted into me being incompetent!
But what about their precious son-in-law Sean? What did he do back then?
I laughed coldly and said:
"You think I came between Molly and Sean? When you got sick, Sean quickly distanced himself from Molly to pursue a wealthy heiress. He even threatened to have Molly beaten to death if she kept pursuing him!"
I only pursued Molly to spare her from heartbreak.
At that time, her attitude toward me gradually changed, becoming increasingly intimate.
She said she wanted to see how much I loved her and asked me to kneel before her.
I gritted my teeth and did it.
Later we dated and married. She always thought she was the one who gave up Sean, never knowing she was actually the one who got dumped.
After hearing what I said, Sean's face was filled with guilt.
Molly, however, scoffed contemptuously:
"You think you can drive a wedge between Sean and me that easily? Don't think I'm that stupid!
"I know exactly what kind of person he is, and I know what kind of person you are too!
"You claim he abandoned me? Where's your proof? Without evidence, get out of our house right now!"
Sean finally found his courage and said smugly:
"Exactly! What evidence do you have to falsely accuse me?
"My love for Molly is as true as heaven and earth! This is our home, and you're not welcome here!"
Everyone stared at me with hostile eyes.
I didn't argue further, just silently dragged my luggage and left.
Seeing this, Sean became even more smug. Even as I reached the ground floor, he was still leaning out the window, calling me a cheap liar and all sorts of names.
But who said I had no evidence? Back then, Sean was afraid Molly would cling to him, and to prove his loyalty to his new girlfriend, he wrote a breakup letter with particularly hurtful words. I managed to intercept the letter before Molly could see it. That letter had been stuffed in the storage room, collecting dust for years.
Now, I dusted it off and mailed it to Molly along with the divorce agreement. She loved Sean so much, surely she would recognize his handwriting immediately, wouldn't she?
Dawn was breaking. Just as the mail would be arriving in Molly's hands, Vivian and I met at the airport, preparing to go to Cornwall.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID displaying "Beloved Wife" and smiled sarcastically before hanging up and changing the contact name to simply "Molly."
But she kept calling back, so I had to answer.
The moment I connected, Molly's trembling, rage-filled voice came through:
"Nathan, what do you mean by this?!"
In the past, Molly held a rope that controlled my emotions—my happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy were all tied to her every move. I had worked so hard, endured so much pain, to finally take back control of that rope. Now, I could face her calmly.
I replied evenly:
"Isn't it obvious from what you've seen?
"My intention is clear—you wanted evidence, so I gave you evidence.
"And I want a divorce."
Molly let out a cold laugh.
"Keep dreaming! I'll never agree to a divorce. Even if I sold you, you're still mine!
"And you think forging a letter will drive a wedge between Sean and me? Even if I don't like him, I would never like a loser like you!"
Hearing such hurtful words, I just smiled. Molly didn't realize that her voice was shaking as she spoke, completely lacking conviction.
I didn't bother arguing with her and sighed:
"Deep down, you know that letter was written by Sean. You're just in denial.
"Molly, you don't need to answer me. Just search your conscience and think about it.
"You've always said I broke you and Sean up, but when I confessed to you back then, you were free to choose.
"And you chose to be with me. Doesn't that mean..."
Doesn't that mean that back then, she had already fallen for me? Only her habit of clinging to the past made her think she still loved Sean, causing her to increasingly resent me and even blame me.
As soon as I finished speaking, there was a noticeable catch in her breath on the other end. It seemed Molly already had her answer.
I was about to hang up when she suddenly said in a trembling voice:
"Is that buyer next to you?
"Put her on the phone. I want to talk to her."
I instinctively glanced at Vivian. Not sure about Molly's current mental state and whether she might say something extreme, I was planning to ignore her request.
But just as I was about to end the call, Vivian suddenly took the phone from my hand.
She smiled slightly and said into the receiver:
"Hello, I'm Nathan's buyer. What can I do for you?"
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