Live: My Ex-Husband's Secrets
On her anniversary, Vera's husband brings home his mistress and kicks her out with nothing. That night, she goes live auctioning her ex husband's secrets. Now his empire is crashing and he's begging. But Vera's not done. The final item? You won't believe it.
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Why We All Root for the Host
She’s not just hosting—she’s conducting emotional chaos with a smile 😏. In *Live: My Ex-Husband's Secrets*, her calm amid the storm makes the family’s meltdown even more delicious. That finger-point? Iconic. The chat’s ‘66666’ spam proves we’re all here for the drama, not the decor.
The Phone as a Weapon of Mass Embarrassment
One phone scroll = total social collapse. In *Live: My Ex-Husband's Secrets*, the husband’s device becomes a ticking bomb—his wife’s grip tightening, his eyes widening. Modern tragedy in 3 seconds. Bonus: the outdoor guy’s horrified face? Perfect mirror of our own shock. 💀
Gold Dress vs. Blue Suit: A Power Duel
Her metallic blouse isn’t fashion—it’s armor. His pinstripe suit? A shield slowly cracking. In *Live: My Ex-Husband's Secrets*, their silent standoff says more than any dialogue. The chandelier above feels like fate watching. When she steps forward? Chills. Pure visual storytelling.
Chat Reactions Are Half the Plot
‘Green Hero’? ‘A Sea of Green on His Head’? The live comments in *Live: My Ex-Husband's Secrets* aren’t noise—they’re the Greek chorus. They predict, judge, and cheer like real spectators. That moment when the husband’s expression matches the chat’s ‘????’? Chef’s kiss. We’re not watching—we’re complicit. 🍿
The Live Stream Bomb That Shattered the Living Room
When Su Jie held up that blurred photo on live stream, the tension in *Live: My Ex-Husband's Secrets* exploded like fireworks 🎇. The wife’s gasp, the husband’s frozen face—pure cinematic dread. Every viewer felt like they’d just walked into a crime scene. Masterful pacing, zero filler.