[She was carried to bed by her husband]

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Four years ago, a close friend of mine borrowed money from me to buy a house, so I lent her 1,000 yuan. At the time, I wasn't married yet, and after receiving my monthly salary, I only kept a small amount for myself, giving the rest to my mother for safekeeping. Actually, I didn't earn much then, only about 800 yuan. Since she asked to borrow, I couldn't really make the decision myself; I had to discuss it with my mother. Later, my mother agreed, and
I lent it to her. We were colleagues back then. She got married relatively early, right after graduating from vocational school, when she was only in her early twenties. Six months later, she transferred to another job. Before leaving, she told me to ask her for money if I was ever short of cash. I said it was okay, I didn't need it now, and she could give it to me when she had it.
After that, we rarely kept in touch until last year when I got married and she attended my wedding. Our relationship was still as close as before. We hadn't become strangers despite the long time we hadn't seen each other. She never mentioned paying me back, and I felt too embarrassed to ask her for it; that would be too formal. Besides, it's not a large amount. My mother has urged me several times, and I told her I wasn't afraid she wouldn't pay me back, but she might still be very anxious.
However, her family has changed a lot in the past two years. Her husband is quite successful financially, so they shouldn't be short of my small amount. Why hasn't she paid me back yet? I also heard they bought a nice car. Actually, I've never been to her house. I only know she lives there; she gave me her address when we met at my wedding.
I also know her husband; he seems very carefree. When we worked at the same company, he often came over, and we all knew each other well.
Recently, when I went back to my parents' house, my mother remembered this matter and asked if I had gotten the money back. I said I had never asked for it. My mother scolded me for being foolish, saying it had been four years, and I shouldn't have asked for it back. She even made up a lie, saying that when I asked for the money back, I should say that my family was having financial difficulties. I kept saying I was too embarrassed to ask, and my mother got angry, saying that if I didn't go, she would.
On the 3rd, I mustered up the courage to call her, but the number was disconnected; she might have changed it. My mother told me to come to her house and bring some things. I said I would go to the address she gave me. When I found her house, I rang the doorbell. Her husband opened the door. He was very welcoming and joked that I was a rare guest, and scolded me for not visiting his house more often.
She wasn't home; she and her child had gone on a trip organized by her company. He couldn't go because he had to work during the holiday. He asked me what was wrong. I said nothing, just that it was a holiday and she was free, and we hadn't seen each other in a long time, so we chatted. He poured me some water, peeled an apple, and asked about my work and family situation. I chatted with him, and we gradually relaxed.
Later, he pressed me, saying there must be something wrong. I told him the lie my mother had prepared beforehand, saying that my family was short of money. He initially thought I wanted to borrow money from her, and said that when she came, I would tell her, and she would definitely help. After I finished speaking, I realized I had asked her for money. He misunderstood.
He promised it was okay, and that he would come and pay me back when she arrived. He even explained that he didn't have enough money at home and showed me his wallet; he had three hundred yuan. I said that wasn't what I meant, and that we could talk about it when she arrived. I'm quite honest and not very good at talking.
I had already finished my water and eaten the apple he had peeled for me, which was over 20 minutes ago. Since she wasn't home and it wasn't convenient for me to stay, I said I had to leave. He told me to eat first, but I declined, saying I had other things to do. Just as I was about to get up, he put his hand on my shoulder and told me to sit for a while, that he had something to say. I sat down. Unexpectedly, he went to draw the curtains. I felt scared then. I got up to leave again, but he sat right next to me and hugged me. I pushed his hand away.
He looked at me deeply and said, "I want to make a mistake with you." I blushed and said no, and got up to walk to the door. He quickly grabbed my clothes. He carried me into the inner room. My struggles were useless; I couldn't scream. He sealed my lips tightly with his.
He breathed heavily and said he liked me very much now. I said I couldn't do anything to betray him. He said as long as I didn't tell anyone, no one would know. And so, under his coercion, he quickly stripped me naked. I clutched my chest tightly and squeezed my legs together. But in the end, I couldn't escape. He even said to me, "We're married now, yet you're still so shy."
I ignored him, not saying a word. He hugged me tightly and comforted me. He apologized, saying he really liked me too much just now, and couldn't control himself from the moment he saw me. I teased him, asking if he was used to this. He said no, praising my attractiveness.
To be honest, I was really scared at the time, but being undressed by a man made my heart very complicated. Later, knowing I couldn't escape, I gave in. This was my first time cheating, but why did it happen? I should have screamed and yelled like in the TV dramas, then cried and made a scene afterwards—that would have been normal. But why didn't I?
Instead, I was thinking, "It's not my fault. If she finds out, she can't blame me, right?" Am I a really slutty and shameless woman? He poured me water, told me to wash my private parts, and told me to wash my face; he was quite polite to me. He even said he'd go to the bank to withdraw money if I needed it urgently. I said no, I'd wait until she paid me back.
Yesterday, she called me after she got back and invited me to her house today. I said I had to work, and this morning she drove me to work in her family car. She said a lot of apologetic things and told me to visit her house more often. After watching her car leave, I suddenly felt very envious of her, and I even shed tears. I can't explain why my feelings were so complicated at that moment. I will absolutely not tell anyone about that incident. I have my own family and children…

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