He Sold My Private Video for $1

My fianc was playing a kissing game with his childhood friend, Scarlett, and I ripped into him for it. To get back at me, he uploaded our intimate videos online and started selling them.

When I confronted him, he just shrugged, completely unbothered:

Scarlett and I were just playing a game. You called her shameless, humiliated her in public.

"Now you're exposed for everyone to see. Seems fair, right?"

My fianc was playing a kissing game with his childhood friend, Scarlett, and I ripped into him for it. To get back at me, he uploaded our intimate videos online and started selling them.

When I confronted him, he just shrugged, completely unbothered:

"Scarlett and I were just playing a game. You called her shameless, humiliated her in public."

"Now you're exposed for everyone to see. Seems fair, right?"

My face went ashen. Facing his and his buddies' sneering mockery, I dialed 91

Lucas hadn't spoken to me in two days. Ever since he tongue-kissed Scarlett during a game of Truth or Dare, and I'd slapped him and chewed Scarlett out, hed been giving me the silent treatment, furious.

Today was the third day, and he finally contacted me, asking me to pick him up at a bar.

After some thought, I decided it was best to clear things up in person.

So I went.

The moment I reached the private room, I heard unrestrained bursts of laughter from inside!

"Lucas, you're seriously generous! HD, uncensored footage, you really uploaded that?!"

"Tsk-tsk, priced at just a dollar, and over a million sold! You could make a fortune off this, man!"

"If Chloe found out, she'd absolutely lose it! That was her first time, for crying out loud, exposed to the whole internet!"

"And damn, she sounds wild!"

I peeked through the crack in the door, staring at the screen they were all watching, and all the blood drained from my face!

It was *our* intimate video, Lucas and me.

He'd said he wanted to record our moments back then, but I told him no. He still filmed it in secret.

And now, it was right there, on display, for them to pick apart and comment on.

Tears instantly gushed, and I trembled with rage!

Lucas scoffed.

"She didn't have to be so rude, calling Scarlett shameless!"

"Now we're even!"

"Lucas, after something like this, you're still going through with the wedding?"

I looked up at Lucas. He lit a cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke before speaking:

"I'm looking for a wife, not some celebrity who's always in the spotlight!"

The room erupted in laughter. My body swayed, and I almost collapsed.

Gathering every ounce of strength to calm myself, I dialed Lucass number. The room instantly fell silent.

"Lucas, I'm not feeling well."

"If you're not feeling well, don't come. Get some rest. Goodnight."

Lucas didn't even notice the tremor in my voice. He ended the call abruptly.

"She's not coming. Still mad, huh? Just wait. When she sees these videos, she'll come crawling back, begging me!"

"Lucas, don't let us miss the show! We have to witness it together!"

"Yeah, I want to see what she's like in person versus on screen!"

Their words made my mind go blank. I took a few deep breaths, then quickly backed away.

I pulled a mask from my bag and put it on, then stumbled out.

Then I pulled out my phone and searched online. When I saw my face clearly displayed, I nearly fainted!

The buyer comments were even worse.

"Hot stuff! My man's so generous!"

"Selling off her first time? The seller's a real bastard, but I like it!"

"Selling? Local meet-up?"

"Haha, you're so smart, dude. You're not in any of the shots yourself. What do you see her as, anyway?"

Among the many comments, Lucas only replied to one:

"What else? She practically threw herself at me, why wouldn't I take advantage?"

My heart tore in half. I struggled to steady myself, my gaze falling on the ring on my finger, and I burst into uncontrollable sobs.

The man I'd loved for five years, the one I'd bravely asked for his number C in his eyes, I was just a cheap, easy hookup, someone who threw herself at him.

Chloe, you were so blind!

I returned home in a daze, looking at photos in my albumfive years of Lucas and me.

He called me his free, convenient comfort toy.

I touched my face, finding it wet.

Unaware, tears had streamed down my face.

I pulled out all the photos, ripped them to shreds, and burned them.

Then I sat on the floor, staring at my phone. A blizzard of texts and missed calls flooded my phone and inbox.

This was Lucas's gift to me.

I put my phone on do not disturb, then leaned against the sofa, spending a sleepless night.

The next day, when Lucas came looking for me, he looked somewhat moved by my bloodshot eyes. But Scarlett, trailing behind him, annihilated any trace of guilt he might have felt with a single sentence.

"Chloe, are you okay?"

"Lucas said you wanted to apologize to me for that night. Honestly, it's no big deal, we always mess around like that. Guess you just can't handle it, Chloe."

"But wow, you're pretty wild yourself, aren't you? With such explicit videos of you and Lucas out there, how can you call *me* shameless?"

Lucas glared at her, and Scarlett immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, sticking her tongue out playfully.

"Oops, sorry! You're not mad at me, are you, Chloe?"

I looked at Lucas, shoving my phone, with the video playing, right in his face.

"Was it you? Why?"

Lucas was nonchalant.

"You called Scarlett shameless! I was just following the principle of fairness."

"And you don't need to take it so seriously. So what if people saw? They can look, but they can't touch!"

Even now, Lucas could say something like that.

I raised my hand and slapped him hard, snapping his head to the side!

"Chloe, you're insane!"

"I am insane! I can't believe I wasted five years on a piece of trash like you, Lucas! Get out!"

Scarlett grabbed his arm tightly.

"Lucas, did I make her mad? But she started it, calling me names! Why's she hitting people?"

"You get out too! Say one more word, and I'll hit you both!"

She feigned innocence, shrinking behind Lucas, who grabbed my wrist.

"Chloe, have you caused enough drama?!"

"Scarlett cried all day because of what you said! She came here specifically to comfort you, and this is how you treat her!"

"Apologize!"

"Not just apologize to her. Get down on your knees and apologize properly!"

Lucas held my hand in a death grip, refusing to let go, and I naturally resisted.

But the strength difference was too great, and he started dragging me out.

In that moment, I fought back with all my might, screaming for help and digging my nails into him.

Soon, neighbors heard the commotion and came out. Seeing me being dragged out by a man, they immediately intervened.

"What are you doing?! Let her go!"

"Let go right now, or we're calling the police!"

Lucas was furious.

"She's my girlfriend!"

I struggled desperately, seizing the chance to kick him hard, finally breaking free.

But before I could even steady myself, Scarlett shouted from the side:

"Chloe, Lucas was just looking out for you! You're about to get married, how can you be making those kinds of videos?!"

"Lucas is mad because you're so shameless!"

Scarletts phone screen was blatantly displayed, and the neighbors immediately looked at me with strange expressions.

Several of the men nearby flushed crimson. A wave of fury washed over me, and I slapped Scarlett, grabbing her hair.

"Yes, I'm not just shameless, you've driven me absolutely insane!"

"You pushed me to this point! I'll take you all down with me!"

Scarlett screamed. Lucas exploded in anger, grabbing my wrist and shoving me hard to the side!

"Are you crazy?! You filmed that disgusting stuff yourself, and now you blame others?!"

I lay sprawled on the floor, my forehead throbbing where it hit the wall corner. Dizziness overwhelmed me, and blood blurred my vision.

The people around us backed away.

I looked up at Lucas, my heart tearing.

"Did *I* film it? Lucas, tell me, did *I* film it?!"

Lucas froze, a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

"I"

"Lucas, I hurt so bad!"

Scarlett clutched her face, sobbing pitifully.

Lucas immediately dismissed his guilt, putting his arm around Scarlett and looking at me coldly:

"Chloe, the wedding is off. We'll talk about marriage again when you realize your mistake!"

Lucas, with Scarlett in tow, walked away. The neighbors looked at me with open contempt.

"Such a loose girl, no wonder her boyfriend dumped her!"

"Didn't realize she had a decent body. These days, girls really have to be trashy to get ahead. Hey, sweetheart, how much an hour?"

"You tramp, trying to hook up with my husband right in front of me!"

They cursed and insulted me without restraint. Some even took the chance to grope me.

I furiously grabbed anything I could find and threw it at them!

They eventually backed off, calling me crazy. Someone called the police.

When the police arrived, I was lying on the ground, covered in blood, my face swollen.

My clothes were practically torn off me when they took me to the hospital. Downstairs, a huge crowd had gathered.

Even with my eyes closed, I could hear the murmurs outside, and not a single word was kind.

Lying in the hospital bed, I called my mom.

"Mom!"

"Mom's on her way, darling. Don't worry, I'll take care of those videos."

"But, about you and Lucas's wedding"

"Mom, I don't want him anymore. I'm not getting married."

While I was recovering in the hospital, someone, I don't know who, uploaded a video of me being beaten by the neighbors.

The caption read:

"She brought it on herself! Women who don't respect themselves deserve whatever they get!"

"This kind of woman doesn't belong in our neighborhood. Kick her out!"

I was subjected to a public lynching online, my video going viral.

That's when Scarlett popped up.

"Lucas said the engagement is off."

"Chloe must be so upset. Everyone, please don't be too harsh on her."

Her words led some netizens to praise her for being beautiful and kind.

Scarlett even posted old photos of her and Lucas, deliberately misleading everyone.

"You two are a couple! So why was Chloe engaged to Lucas?"

Scarlett shrugged carelessly:

"Don't even ask! Our bond is unbreakable!"

Her ambiguous words once again threw me into the eye of the storm.

I became the internet's most hated mistress. Netizens even sent funeral wreaths to my hospital room.

I broke down. My already frayed nerves finally snapped. The sight of my phone made me tremble every day.

Just then, Lucas arrived.

Seeing me in the hospital bed, bruised and battered, he held a bouquet of flowers and looked somewhat moved.

"Chloe, I'm sorry. I was wrong to treat you like that."

"Don't worry, the wedding is still on. I'll take responsibility for you."

"I've also found people to delete the videos online. Everything's over now."

He gently held my hand, reassuring me that everything would be okay.

I clung to him, as if he were a lifesaver. But I knew it was all an illusion.

Lucas and I shared cloud storage and accounts. Half an hour ago, I'd seen his chat logs with his friends.

"Lucas, if you cancel the wedding with Chloe, that's no fun!"

"This whole thing's blown up, Lucas. Aren't you worried you won't be able to control the damage?"

Lucas scoffed.

"She's so humiliated now, who else would she turn to but me?"

"If I can't control it, I won't. I'll just livestream the wedding. Then Scarlett will really get her payback!"

Lucas, you are utterly vile!

He showered me with concern, bought me gifts, brought me food and soup. He played the part of a perfect gentleman, an absolute angel.

I suppressed my disgust and saved all the evidence.

On the day I was discharged, Lucas said:

"Chloe, I've arranged a dinner for you. Just a small gathering with friends."

"Okay, I'll go change. You can go ahead and wait for me."

He didn't suspect a thing. After all, for a week, I'd acted completely dependent.

After he left, I got into Mom's car and went straight to the police station.

"I want to report someone for malicious dissemination of my private videos for illegal trade!"