My boss offered me 500,000 dollars just for my breast milk. I thought he wanted it to feed a baby. But then I saw him lying there, weak and almost lifeless. After drinking my milk, he suddenly regained his strength. That’s when I realized he was using it as medicine. Later, he offered me five million dollars to nurse him directly. For the money, I said yes. And then, he asked me if 50 million would be enough for me to… * My boss called me into his office that day. I was freaking out, terrified that he was going to lay me off. If I lost this job, I wouldn’t have a dime coming in. Back when I was pregnant with my daughter, Lily, my previous company basically forced me out. After prenatal checkups and hospital bills drained what little savings I had, I had no choice but to ask my husband for money. Every single time, he gave me this attitude. He’d constantly nag me, saying, “You don’t need to buy this,” or “That’s a waste of money.” And he always ended with, “Look, I’m broke too.” Thank God I had plenty of milk and could breastfeed. Still, diapers aren’t free, and neither are clothes. My daughter’s clothes were already too small, and with winter here, she needed warm clothes. Honestly, if I hadn’t lucked out and found this job, she wouldn’t even have diapers or warm clothes. Relax. My boss said gently as he sat across from me. This is personal. I relaxed a little. And then my boss smiled faintly at me. My boss was good-looking, came from a very wealthy family, and clearly never had to worry about money. God, I wish I could be him. I hated myself for being so naive back then, marrying my husband and having a child at that age. Now my life is miserable, and my child has to suffer with me. Are you currently breastfeeding? I’d like to buy some of your breast milk, if that’s okay. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you. I naturally assumed he had a baby at home, or maybe a friend whose wife wasn’t producing enough milk. In my mom groups, there were always mothers who didn’t have enough milk and asked if anyone had extra. But usually, it’s free. If you have extra, you just pass it on. So I said, ‘Sir, if you need it, you don’t have to pay me. My baby can’t finish it anyway, and the extra just goes to waste.’ He quickly said, ‘Absolutely not. I don’t like owing favors. And I need it supplied on time every day. If you don’t accept payment, I won’t feel comfortable making specific demands.’ Ah, so he did have conditions. Fair enough. If I didn’t take his money, it would be awkward for him to demand anything. So I nodded. ‘Alright, but you don’t have to pay much.’ If I kept him happy, he probably wouldn’t fire me. Then, he asked for my bank account and directly transferred 500,000 dollars to me.
I stared at him, completely shocked. ‘This… this is way too much!’ He stopped me before I could say more. ‘Just take it. I have many specific requirements. Plus, you’ve done your medical checks, so I feel safe about your health. I also have some pretty intrusive requests, so you deserve this. Staring at that 500,000-dollar balance, my eyes stung with tears. Minutes earlier, I had only about 80 bucks left in my bank account. I didn’t even buy lunch at work anymore. To save money, I would go to the company pantry and eat the free crackers and bread there. I was really that poor. So even if my husband and mother-in-law treated me like dirt, I didn’t even dare to get a divorce. If I did, they might fight me for custody. Even if I got custody, who would take care of her? I’d still have to rely on my mother-in-law for help. On top of that, leaving my husband meant renting my own place. I really regretted being so young and naive, rushing into marriage and motherhood. Every step felt impossible. But with these 500,000 dollars from my boss, a huge part of my problem would be solved. He told me his conditions. First, you need to pump the milk in my office every day. You can’t do it anywhere else, because I need to make sure the milk is clean and safe. That sounded reasonable. I’ve heard that he came from a wealthy family, and rich people were always afraid someone might try to harm them. Second, to make sure the milk is nutritious, you’ll eat three meals a day prepared by my personal chef. Wow. The wealthy really live in a different world. But this was good for my daughter too, and I was actually getting the better end of the deal. I wouldn’t have to eat dinner at home, so I wouldn’t have to face my husband or my mother-in-law. It’s perfect. Third, I don’t want you to have sex during this period. Me:??? Okay, that is definitely crossing a line. But hey, the man just gave me half a million dollars. Besides, I don’t want to touch my husband ever again anyway. So I nodded readily. Then I went into his private lounge to pump. It was kinda humiliating to be honest. Stepping into his private space doing such personal things. But ever since I became a mother, my pride had taken a back seat. For the money, and for the future of my daughter and myself, I gritted my teeth and sped through the process. I walked out holding two bottles of milk. Mortified, I asked, “Sir, I’m done. Should I put these in the fridge for you?” Without even looking up, he said, I’ll handle them later.
My boss had me eat dinner in his office. The food was healthy, filling, and actually delicious. After pumping milk once more, I clocked out and went home. I had to hide my bank card first. I was afraid my husband would find out. I wanted to divorce him. But not yet. The timing was not right. I needed to get through probation first and make sure I had a steady income. That money from my boss was my safety net. And I needed to wait until my daughter was old enough for daycare. But honestly, the thought of daycare still made me nervous. And I had no one else to help me watch her. So for the time being, I was trapped. When I got home, my mother-in-law just dumped the baby on me and headed out to a bar. My husband was just sitting there, glued to a game on his phone. He did not make much money either, yet I had been pathetic enough to hope he’d help out with babysitting. But every time I asked him to do anything, he always found an excuse to wiggle out of it. Before the pregnancy, he had been the perfect, devoted husband. He had done everything—the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry. He had promised to treat me like a queen. But as soon as I was pregnant, the mask slipped. He stopped doing housework, stopped giving me money, and kept saying we needed to save money. If I’d seen his true colors back then, I wouldn’t have looked at him twice. I was in the room, breastfeeding the baby. Looking around that cramped, messy rental apartment, I felt so lonely and hopeless. I couldn’t stand the thought of my daughter living like that. At night, Lily slept between us. My husband started pawing at my pants. He used to be so affectionate, making me feel cherished. But at that time I felt like I was just a hole to him. A tool for his release. There was no foreplay, no nothing. I told him no. He snapped, “It’s been long enough since the baby was born. You’re fine to have sex now.” We struggled, and I landed a sharp slap across his face. He slapped me right back. In the dark, we just stared at each other in silence. He started ripping at my clothes again. I grabbed my phone and smashed it right against his head. He flicked the light on and screamed at me, “Cyrus! What the hell is wrong with you?!’ His eyes were wild. I froze, paralyzed by his rage. The baby woke up and started wailing. I pulled her close, trying to quiet her down. That just made him angrier. He gave me a hard shove, and before I could react, I hit the floor with the baby in my arms. Luckily, I hit the ground first and held her up so she wouldn’t get hurt. My mother-in-law burst into the room. Without a word, she rushed over and slapped me. “You worthless bitch! How dare you talk back to my son? Who the hell do you think you are? I could not fight back at all. The baby was terrified and crying even harder. My husband just stood there, coldly watching his mother beat me. After she was done, she snarled at me, “You better serve my son right, or I’ll make your life a living hell. Who do you think you are? A useless second-hand bitch. Just suck it up, shut your mouth, and serve my son! Then she turned to my husband and said: ‘A woman only learns to behave when you rough her up. You treated her way too well, and it made her forget who’s in charge here.’ He said: ‘I get it, mom. Take the baby out.’ She reached for the baby. I knew exactly what he was planning to do. It wasn’t the first time he had forced himself on me. He had even told me: ‘Are you a nun or something? We’re married. I can do whatever I want to you, and the cops won’t do a damn thing!’
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