Betrayed by My Husband A Wife's Final Revenge

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During the New Year holiday, my husband brought his distant cousin to stay with us and told me to take good care of her.

That was when I discovered my husband was obsessed with spoiling her.

No matter what she did wrong, he always blamed mesaid I wasn't looking after her properly, wasn't fulfilling my duties as her sister-in-law.

Then Yolanda Abbott got bored. She snuck off to a nightclub behind my back and nearly got assaulted by some thug.

When my husband found out, he pulled her into his arms, his heart aching for her.

Then he turned around and slapped me across the face.

"You took her there, didn't you? She almost had her whole life ruined!"

"Since you love that scene so much, you can stay here! You can die here for all I care!"

He called the club's madam and had me forced into working as a hostess.

What he didn't know was that on the very first night

I was tormented to death.

The madam arrived quickly.

When she saw me, she froze.

"Mr. Sanchez, what is this...?"

"Put her to work." Rupert Sanchez's voice was ice.

Four words. No room for argument.

The madam's eyes went wide. "This... this doesn't seem right..."

"She brought it on herself." Rupert cut her off.

He walked toward me, the toe of his leather shoe nearly touching my knee.

"'Mrs. Sanchez.'" He spat the title like poison. "You were trash before I met you. Drop the act."

The air turned to stone.

The madam's expression shifted instantlyservile, understanding. She'd gotten the message.

"Of course, Mr. Sanchez. How silly of me. Mrs. Sanchez has quite the figure. Top-tier, really."

"Assign her to whoever likes it rough," Rupert said.

He turned toward the window, his back to me.

"Let her get a real taste of what goes on in here."

My parents rushed over the moment they heard.

My mother threw herself at Rupert's feet, clinging to his legs.

"Rupert! You can't do this! If Aileen Henson works as a hostess, our family's reputation will be destroyed! What will people in business circles say?"

"Mom..."

Seeing her on her knees before him, I finally forced out a single word.

She turned to look at me, her eyes hollow with despair.

"Aileen, beg him! Get on your knees and kowtow! Tell him you were wrong!"

Rupert laughed.

"Would an apology change anything?"

Then he pried her fingers off his leg, one by one.

"Every shred of dignity your family hasI gave it to you."

"And now she's thrown it all away."

I couldn't hold back anymore. The scream tore out of me.

"I told youI didn't take her there!"

But Rupert's gaze drifted to Yolanda, still sobbing on the couch. His expression didn't waver.

He walked over and wrapped an arm gently around her shoulders.

Yolanda immediately buried her face in his chest, crying harder.

"So what?"

He cut me off, his voice dropping low.

"Are you saying Yolanda deliberately let those men put their hands on her?"

"She's innocent. Not stupid."

"You just couldn't stand having her around!"

"So you dumped her in a place like this. You wanted to destroy her!"

Riiip!

Before I could react, he grabbed my blouse and tore it open.

Bare skin flashed white under the dim lightstoo much of it, exposed and vulnerable.

I wrapped my arms around myself instinctively, curling inward, desperate to cover what I could.

But Rupert seized my wrists and wrenched them apart.

"What an act."

"You were trash before I ever met you."

"And now you're trying to drag my sister down with you?"

Yolanda's sobs grew louder.

Only then did Rupert release me. He returned to the couch and pulled her back into his arms.

He kissed her forehead, patting her back like she was a child.

"Don't be scared. I'm here."

Then he shot me an icy glare, his voice dripping with impatience.

"What are you waiting for? Get her out of here!"

Madame Rose rushed forward and grabbed me.

My mother lunged to stop her, but Rupert's bodyguards seized her and dragged her aside.

Just like that, Rupert had me hauled to the club.

Thrown into a private room.

My knees slammed into the marble floor. The pain exploded half a second later.

Madame Rose pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me to sit.

"Mrs. Sanchez, don't blame me. Blame yourself for crossing Mr. Sanchez."

Soon, the door opened.

Several men walked in.

"Well, well."

The man in front spotted me and laughed.

His voice sounded familiar.

I lifted my head. In the dim light, I made out his faceand my heart plummeted.

Clarence Whitney.

Rupert's fiercest rival.

Clarence lit a cigarette, eyes narrowing as he studied me. "Never thought I'd see Mrs. Sanchez like this."

The others in the room laughed too.

The sound was oily. Nauseating.

Madame Rose forced a smile. "You know her, Mr. Whitney?"

"Know her?" He exhaled a ring of smoke. "Rupert Sanchez's precious wife. Last time we met, she was so high and mighty she wouldn't even let me touch her hand."

"What happened? A few days later, and you've fallen to this?"

I stared at him. No words came.

Clarence threw his head back and laughed, turning to the others. "How useless is Rupert Sanchez that he can't even keep his own wife?"

Someone egged him on.

"Come on, Mr. Whitney. Give her a try. See what Rupert Sanchez's woman tastes like."

Clarence pulled out his phone and snapped several photos of me.

"Of course I will."

"Take her."

Madame Rose panicked. "Mr. Whitney, this isn't how things are done"

Clarence glanced at her. "Did Rupert Sanchez follow the rules when he dumped her here?"

Madame Rose shut her mouth instantly.

Only then did Clarence let out a low chuckle.

"Tonight's going to be fun."

The car drove for a long time.

I was thrown in the back seat, wrists and ankles bound with Clarence's tie.

He stayed on his phone the entire ride, repeating the same words.

Rupert Sanchez's wife is with me.

Want to come?

Each time he said it, the laughter on the other end grew louder.

Finally, the car stopped.

A suburban villa.

I was dragged out of the car. Dragged inside.

The living room was already occupiedseveral men, all strangers.

Clarence ripped the tape off my mouth.

"Gentlemen. Inspect the goods."

One of them immediately grabbed my chin, forcing my head up.

"It really is Rupert Sanchez's wife."

"He actually gave her up."

Clarence smiled faintly.

"She's just a slut."

"When you're bored with one, you get another. So this time, it's our turn to have some fun..."

Everyone understood.

Raucous laughter erupted.

Soon, I was shoved onto the carpet.

Someone yanked my hair. Someone else tore at what remained of my clothes.

The sound of fabric ripping came from every direction.

I clenched my teeth, refusing to make a sound.

But the pain was too real.

My skin scraped against the carpet, burning.

Clarence crouched in front of me, phone recording.

"Smile for the camera, Mrs. Sanchez."

I didn't move.

He kicked me hardright in the ribs.

The agony made me curl into myself, dry heaving uncontrollably.

"Drop the act."

"Rupert Sanchez threw you away. You belong to me now. I'll do whatever I want with you."

What happened after that... I can't bear to remember.

Until the very end, when Clarence gave me one last vicious kick.

"Boring."

"Thought she'd put up more of a fight. Turns out she's just a dead fish."

Someone noticed I'd actually stopped breathing and asked nervously, "Mr. Whitney, what do we do now?"

Clarence thought for a moment, then answered.

"Clean it up."

"Rupert doesn't want her anyway. No one will ever know she's dead."

My soul drifted back to the Sanchez estate.

The moment I entered, I saw my mother-in-law smash her teacup in fury after learning what had happened to me.

"Rupert, have you lost your mind?!"

"You sent Aileen to work at a hostess club? That's your wife! Your legally wedded wife!"

Rupert sat on the sofa, leisurely flipping through documents.

"She brought it on herself."

Kathy Sanchez trembled with rage. "What happened to Yolanda was wrong of her, but you can't be this cruel! Don't you know how she's treated me all these years?"

"You'll never find another daughter-in-law this good!"

"It's all an act."

Rupert closed the folder and looked up, his eyes cold as ice.

"She's been getting more and more out of line just because you favor her. She thinks having your support means she can do whatever she wants."

"This time, she needs to learn her lesson. She needs to know who's in charge of this family."

Kathy collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her chest and gasping for breath.

A servant rushed over with her medication, but she knocked it away with a wave of her hand.

"You'll regret this."

"When something goes wrong, it'll be too late for regret."

Rupert laughed.

"What could possibly go wrong?"

He walked to the window, his back to his mother. "Everyone knows she's Rupert Sanchez's wife. No one would dare actually touch her."

"Lock her up for a few days, let her suffer a bit, and she'll know she was wrong."

"And then?"

Kathy couldn't help but ask.

"In three days, I'll go get her."

"Once she's suffered enough, she'll behave. She'll be a proper Mrs. Sanchez."

Kathy finally sighed and stopped pleading on my behalf.

Just then, crying came from upstairs.

The moment Rupert heard it, he rushed up and pulled Yolanda into his arms.

"What's wrong?"

His voice was tenderunrecognizably so.

Yolanda lifted her head, her eyes red and swollen.

"Rupert... I'm scared."

"I'm worried about what might happen to Aileen at that club..."

"Don't mention her."

Rupert's tone went cold for an instant, then softened again. "She's getting what she deserves. Just rest. Don't think about it."

But Yolanda shook her head.

She clutched the front of his shirt, her knuckles white.

"That's not it... I was the one being reckless. I snuck out on my own. Aileen didn't know... She really didn't know!"

Her voice grew smaller and smaller until it dissolved into sobs.

Rupert gently patted her back. After a long moment, he finally spoke.

"Yolanda, you're too kind."

"You're defending her, but do you know what she really thinks?"

"If she hadn't encouraged you, why would you have gone to a place like that?"

"She thought you were annoying, so she dumped you there, hoping those men would..."

He didn't finish, but his meaning was clear.

Yolanda's face went pale.

She shook her head violently, tears flying.

"No! Aileen would never do that!"

Rupert held her tighter, his voice low.

"She would. That's exactly the kind of woman she is."

"You're too young to understand how evil people can be. But I do. And I won't let her hurt you again."

Yolanda tried to say something more, but Rupert pressed her back against his chest.

"Don't worry. I'll go get her in three days."

With that, he switched off the light and lay down on Yolanda's bed, pulling her into his arms.

His fingers combed gently through her hair.

And I watched Rupert, so utterly certain that nothing could happen to me.

For a moment, I couldn't even cry.

No tears. No breath. No heartbeat.

Only a feeling remainedcolder than death, sharper than pain.

So this was what it meant to have your heart cut to pieces.

Even when the soul had shattered, it still hurt.

"Rupert, wait three days before coming to get me."

"I'll probably already be rotting by then."