Chapter 1

On the day my ex-wife Natalie, a renowned perfumer, announced her engagement, we crossed paths again at an upscale club.

Five years had passed. She had become a millionaire, while I, driven by desperate circumstances, had taken a job as a male escort at the club.

Her fiancé, intent on humiliating me, dangled $200,000 as bait, challenging me to compete with a dog for food.

Natalie watched as I bent down, her lips curling in disdain.

"So, this is the 'better future' you spoke of when you left me? Becoming an escort for others' amusement?"

"Lucas, I should thank you for abandoning me. Looking at you now makes me sick to my stomach."

What she didn't know was that I was in the final stages of uremia.

Five years ago, when she was on the brink of death, I had given her my kidney.

Now, as I swallowed my pride and allowed others to trample on me, it was only to secure a decent burial plot.

As I woke up, I saw the blood-stained sheets and couldn't hold back my tears.

While I was clumsily trying to clean the bloodstains, my phone buzzed.

It was a message from the cemetery manager: "Mr. Foster, the burial plot you're interested in only needs another $200,000 to complete the transaction. If you're certain, please make the payment soon."

This burial plot was the final resting place I had chosen for myself.

After replying, I changed into my club uniform, preparing for work.

A few days ago, I had been hired as a male escort at a high-end club.

Although the job was far from respectable, I had no other choice if I wanted to quickly save up $200,000.

Little did I know that as soon as I stepped into the club's lobby, I'd hear a familiar voice.

I looked up to see Natalie and her fiancé Simon standing not far away.

My heart clenched, and I instinctively wanted to avoid them.

But Simon deliberately called out loudly:

"Isn't that Lucas? So you work here now? Let me see your number tag."

I lowered my head, not wanting them to see the expression on my face.

Simon, however, was relentless. He grabbed my arm and read out the number on my tag loudly:

"250! What a fitting number."

Natalie's face darkened. "Lucas, how did you end up like this?"

I clenched my jaw, not wanting to appear weak in front of them.

But Simon didn't give me a moment's respite:

"Lucas, I hear being an escort here pays well. With your looks, you must make at least $50,000 a day, right?"

The onlookers burst into laughter, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

But I knew I couldn't cause a scene here.

"Simon, what do you want?"

He smiled slightly. "Nothing much, just want to give you an opportunity."

Saying this, he pulled out a check from his pocket and waved it in the air.

"$200,000. It's yours if you're willing to compete with my pet dog for food."

My heart skipped a beat, and a wave of humiliation washed over me.

But looking at that check, I felt torn.

Natalie, standing nearby, had contempt in her eyes. "Lucas, are you really willing to give up your dignity for money?"

My heart ached, but I turned to Simon and said, "Fine, I'll do it."

Natalie looked at me, her eyes full of disappointment and disgust.

"Lucas, you're still as revolting as ever."

She turned and left.

Simon dragged me to a private room and placed a dog bowl in front of me.

Then he sneered, "Come on, eat up. Don't disappoint me."

With trembling hands, I reached for the food in the bowl.

At that moment, Simon suddenly grabbed my hair and shoved my face into the dog bowl.

My face pressed against the bowl, humiliation and anger nearly made me lose my mind.

"Hahaha, Lucas, you're such a fucking loser."

Simon laughed out loud and released his grip.

After a long while, I finally raised my head. Wiping the food residue from my face, I felt utterly hopeless.

"What's with that look? Not happy? Should I say sorry, big bro Lucas?"

Simon exchanged glances with his friends, their faces filled with undisguised mockery.

Natalie sat there with a dark expression, silently downing her drink.

Seeing this, Simon's eyes flashed with jealousy, and he stood up, intending to humiliate me further.

But this time, Natalie stopped him. She grabbed my arm and coldly left the room.