My Husband Arranged My Assault

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On our wedding night, Mario finished his drink and leaned close to my ear, whispering, Aurora, that worker who raped you years agoI was the one who arranged it.

My deepest scar was torn open. I raised my head in disbelief, but Mario just smiled softly as he caressed my cheek.

Shocked? Aurora, you're just too obedient. That day, it was supposed to be Neyland who got violated.

"But I wasn't with her at the time, so I could only call you over. You were prettier than Neyland, so the man let her go."

My eyes reddened as my entire body trembled uncontrollably.

My parents standing nearby turned their heads away. "Neyland has suffered ever since she found out about her true background. It's only right that you make some sacrifices for her."

Seeing my tears, Mario pulled me into his arms with what looked like tenderness.

"Aurora, it doesn't matter that you lost your innocence. You're still the true daughter of the Williams family, and you're my wife."

As soon as he finished speaking, he handed me a business card.

"But you need to understandNeyland tried to kill herself because we got married."

"I'm afraid seeing you will upset her, so for the next couple of days, stay at Mr. Chris's place."

Mr. Christhe man infamous throughout Los Angeles for his lechery.

Mario lit a cigarette and continued, "Mr. Chris has his eye on Neyland. If you keep him company for a few days, he'll back off."

"It's not your first time anyway. Just think of it as helping your sister."

Not the first time. This wasn't the first time Mario had hurt me for Neyland's sake either.

But it didn't matter. I only had one month left.

One month, and I could leave this painful place forever.

I gripped the business card tightly, then threw it in the trash.

"Mario, I won't go."

For the last month of my life, I just wanted to live for myself for once.

Mario's brow furrowed. He was about to speak when Neyland walked in from outside, her eyes red.

"Aurora... I know I'm not Mom and Dad's biological daughter, so you've never liked me."

"But now that you have Mario, won't you even do me this one favor?"

When my parents saw Neyland, they rushed to wipe her tears as if she were their actual daughter.

"Don't cry, Neyland. Don't worry!"

"Even though the family's going through hard times, we absolutely won't let that bastard touch you."

My heart ached terribly as memories of being violated flashed through my mind.

I looked up at them, my voice trembling.

"What about me? Can anyone just touch me however they want?"

I still couldn't forget how I'd truly believed Mario back then, how I'd been pinned down by that disgusting worker.

I lay on the cold ground covered in blood. It was Mario who carried me to the hospital, his eyes red as he begged me to open my eyes.

After more than ten years of companionship since childhood, I never imagined he would personally push me into hell.

And now, he wanted to humiliate me in the same way again.

Mario froze for a moment, then his tone softened.

"Aurora, stop making a scene. I'm just asking you to stay at Mr. Chris's place for a few days. Nothing's going to happen to you."

"Besides, you'll always be my wife. If something happens to Neyland, how will she ever get married?"

My heart felt unbearably bitter.

Neyland. Always Neyland.

Ever since Mario was brought back to the Jordan family, his eyes had only been for Neylandonly her safety and her reputation mattered.

Even if it meant exposing my scars in front of everyone, he didn't care at all.

I wiped away my tears and turned to leave.

But suddenly Neyland grabbed me and shoved her phone in my face.

"Aurora, you're always targeting me. You're the one who brought Chris around, aren't you?"

A chat record appeared before my eyes. It showed messages I had supposedly sent to Chris.

[Mr. Chris, Neyland isn't the Williams family's biological daughter. If you like her, feel free to take her.]

But after I was diagnosed with cancer, I'd been so weak most of the time that I spent my days sleeping. I barely looked at my phonehow could I have possibly sent messages to Chris, someone I didn't even know?

I instinctively denied it. "It wasn't me, I"

But the next second, my father's palm struck my face.

"Just like a jealous shrew raised by country bumpkins! You'd even plot against your own family!"

My father grabbed me and started dragging me outside.

"Since you wanted to set Neyland up, then you can go keep that bastard company yourself!"

I broke free from his grip and looked at Mario with pleading eyes.

"Mario... it wasn't me. Please believe me..."

My parents, who had only recently found me, might not know the truth.

But Mario, who grew up with me, knew me better than anyone. He would never believe this.

But Mario didn't look at me. He just stared coldly at the screen, then his brow furrowed.

"Aurora, have I been too lenient with you all these years?"

"Did I not tell younever hurt Neyland?"

"Since your mind is so poisonous, from today on, you're not allowed to step foot in the Williams house again."

"After you're done with Chris, go back to the countryside."

Hearing the anger in Mario's voice, it felt like my internal organs were being twisted together.

He knew my character better than anyone. We were both children raised by Grandma.

Why had he become so unfamiliar now?

At that moment, the maid had already dragged my luggage to the door and began throwing my clothes outside one by one.

Seeing the mockery in Neyland's eyes, I wiped away my tears and forced out a bitter smile.

"Mario, I'll grant your wish. Let's get divorced."

Mario's body stiffened. He looked up in disbelief.

"Divorce? Aurora, have you lost your mind?"

He grabbed my hand roughly.

"Just because I asked you to help Neyland?"

"You're the one who hurt Neyland, what right do you have to play the victim here?"

Mario released his grip and sneered.

"Fine. After the divorce, you'll cover Grandma's medical expenses."

"And everything you're wearing from head to toeI bought it all. Take it off. Now."

My entire body went cold.

Grandma had been like a mountain of kindness to Mario and me.

It was she who sold scrap to feed us, two children she'd picked up off the streets.

She'd only had brain tumor surgery last year and was still hospitalized for recovery, unable to even get out of bed.

Mario knew full well that I had no standing in the Williams family and couldn't possibly afford the astronomical medical costs.

Not only did he not believe me, he was making me strip in front of all these people, and he didn't even care about Grandma's life.

Seeing that I remained silent, Neyland stepped forward and tore off the outer layer of my wedding dress.

I was left in nothing but thin undergarments.

She put on a pitiful expression.

"Since Aurora won't help me, at least let me vent a little."

She reached for my straps again.

"Your body's already been seen by everyone anyway. What's one more person?"

I couldn't take it anymore and grabbed her hand, but Mario shoved me away hard.

He gently lifted Neyland into his arms, his expression full of disgust toward me.

"Enough! You're the one who wronged Neyland. Stop being so unreasonable."

"Tomorrow I'll take you to Chris's place myself."

With that, he turned and left carrying Neyland.

I walked outside and picked up my clothes one by one under the servants' mocking laughter.

But on my way out of the Williams estate, a masked man suddenly covered my mouth and nose.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd been tied up in an unfamiliar place.

Chris smiled as he removed his jacket.

"Aurora, didn't expect this, did you? Neyland sold you to me ages ago."

"It was all just an act. I never thought Mario would care about her so much."

"He actually handed over his newlywed wife just like that."

Looking at the lecherous man before me, my terror surged up again.

Those nightmare memoriesI would never forget them as long as I lived.

My voice trembled.

"Let me go... I'll give you whatever you want."

Chris froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"A real daughter who's worth less than a fake onewhat could you possibly give me?"

His greasy hand stroked the side of my face, then his eyes lit up.

"Oh right, let's watch something first to get us in the mood. You'll definitely love it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a video appeared on the huge television screen.

The people on screen were actually Mario and Neyland.

They were tangled together on our wedding bed, sex toys scattered across the bed I had decorated with my own hands.

In the video, Neyland gave the camera a sweet smile.

"Mario, what if Aurora finds out about us?"

Mario's hoarse voice responded.

"So what if she does?"

"She's already been touched by that kind of person. I feel sick just sleeping with her."

Hearing those words, my entire body shook.

During that period, I'd been in a daze, attempting suicide several times.

It was Mario who cried with red eyes, begging me over and over not to leave him, saying that no matter what happened, he would love all of me.

It had all been lies.

But it wasn't my fault. I had only trusted him, only wanted to accompany the frightened Neyland.

Chris laughed mockingly and turned the volume up to maximum. The moaning grew louder and louder.

"How does it feel? Pretty exciting watching your man with another woman, isn't it?"

As he spoke, Chris's hands began wandering over my body.

Suppressing my disgust, I bit down hard on his hand, then struggled free from the ropes with all my strength.

But Chris was a man after all. After recovering, he kicked me viciously.

I was thrown several meters, and intense pain shot through me. My weak body immediately coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

Chris's body stiffened. "You bitch, how are you"

But before he could finish, I used my last bit of strength to run out.

I never expected that as soon as I rushed onto the street, I would lock eyes with Mario, who was holding Neyland.

In my fading consciousness, I saw Mario rushing over, but his first words were:

"Aurora! Do you have no shame at all?!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in the Jordan family's private hospital.

Seeing me wake up, Mario breathed a sigh of relief, then questioned me with red eyes.

"Why did you leave Chris's place yesterday? I specifically said I'd pick you up tomorrow."

My body ached terribly, and my throat was so dry I could barely speak.

Mario instantly grew angry. He furrowed his brow and sneered.

"Aurora, were you really that impatient? Still not divorced and already trying to cozy up to someone else?"

"That incident back thenwasn't it because you were careless and didn't resist that it happened?"

Hearing those words, my heart felt like it was being cut by knives as tears poured out.

Mario had forgotten that I used to be terrified of pain, and because of my weak stomach since childhood, I'd always been painfully thin.

Escaping this time was pure luck.

But back then, how could I have had the strength to fight off a strong, grown man?

The old Mario used to say indulgently that I was timid, then quietly protect me from behind.

But now, he was the one who pushed me into the abyss, yet blamed me for my helplessness.

I looked at his no-longer-familiar features.

I forced out a bitter smile and finally managed to speak.

"Mario, sign the divorce papers. Let me go."

But Mario suddenly choked up. He seemed about to say something when Neyland called him away.

"Neyland has a bit of a cold. I'm going back."

"I made a mistake back then. I had people protecting you, but they didn't make it in time."

"Rest well. And don't mention divorce again."

With that, he strode out of the hospital, brushing past the doctor who was just coming in to notify me of my condition.

I couldn't even remember anymore how many times he'd abandoned me for Neyland's sake.

The doctor looked at me sympathetically. "Still so young. Are you really giving up on chemotherapy?"

I nodded. I was already in late-stage stomach cancer.

Chemotherapy would worry Grandma. Since I had so little time left anyway, I might as well spend it with her properly.

After resting for a while, I changed clothes and went to Grandma's room.

Seeing me arrive, Grandma happily grasped my hand.

"Aurora, I don't ask for you to be rich and noble."

"As long as you and Mario support each other, I'll be at peace."

"You two have been inseparable since childhood. You're definitely a perfect match!"

Facing this old woman who looked at me with such love, my eyes stung with tears.

If she knew what had happened between Mario and me, would she be even more disbelieving than I was?

Just then, the hospital room door suddenly opened.

Neyland walked in wearing high heels. Grandma recognized her and smiled, reaching for her hand.

"You must be Aurora's sister. Thank you for being so understanding toward Aurora."

But as soon as the words left her mouth, Neyland slapped Grandma's hand away.

"What makes a trash-collecting country woman like you think you can touch me?"

Then she held up a tablet in front of us.

On the screen was surveillance footage of when I was violated by that worker.

After the incident, Mario had tortured that worker until he was barely alive, then sent him to prison.

He promised me that all the surveillance footage had been completely destroyed.

I never imagined he hadn't destroyed ithe'd kept it all along.

I panicked and begged her. "Don't... don't play it. My grandma's health isn't good..."

But Neyland ignored me. She just smiled lightly and clicked play.

In the video, I went from struggling to numb.

The filthy memories surged up, and my breathing instantly stopped.

Grandma was so shocked by the scene that her whole body trembled. She stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Aurora, is that you? When did this happen?"

Neyland blocked my way, then laughed viciously.

"Old hag, this was all voluntary. She just loves finding thrills like this."