The woman who was raped by her old boss

My name is Lily. I never dreamed that my husband, with whom I've shared a bed for three years, could do such a thing. He actually watched his wife being raped by his boss, and then even took money from him afterward. What does he take me for? Does he think I'm a prostitute?
For over a year, a scar has remained unhealed in my heart. Just thinking about it causes excruciating pain, and I can't even bear to spend a single day with him. It all started like this: our boss is a notorious lecher who has sexually assaulted several of our female colleagues. Due to work, I often have to have private contact with him.
At first, whenever I went to his office, he would always try to touch me inappropriately. I warned him, but he just laughed it off, saying there was no need for such formality between colleagues. Later, I tried to avoid his office, but he would still come to mine. There are only two of us in my office, and the other person is often out. So sometimes I'm terrified in the office. One time, that old pervert came to my office, saying he was very impressed with my work and wanted to give me a bonus. But his hand took the opportunity to grope my bra.
Because my husband's career hasn't been going well for the past two years, our family's financial situation hasn't been good. To avoid losing my job, I endured it and let things slide. But that old pervert became increasingly brazen, following me around like a fly.
I realized this couldn't continue, so I told my husband about it and asked him to come pick me up from the office when I worked overtime. Partly, I wanted to give that old pervert a chance to teach him a lesson, so he wouldn't dare fire me easily.
The day before the Dragon Boat Festival, I finished my work early and waited to leave. But as it was almost time to leave, he kept making excuses, asking me to help him look up information, and in the end, it was just the two of us in the office.
To be honest, I was terrified at that moment, so I called my husband beforehand and asked him to come pick me up from work as soon as possible, not to wait downstairs, but to come directly to his office so we could go home together.
Just as I predicted, that lecherous old man, seeing that no one else was around, brazenly started groping me and saying lewd things. While I was looking for some documents, he grabbed me from behind, pushed me onto the sofa, and started undressing me. No matter how much I screamed, he wouldn't let go. A woman's strength is useless against a strong man. I struggled for half an hour, completely exhausted. I could only hope my husband would arrive quickly to rescue me, but time ticked by, and there was still no one in the office to save me.
Finally, I cried out in despair. Then, that despicable old lecherous boss pulled down my underwear and started rubbing my genitals with his fingers. Later, perhaps feeling my genitals were sufficiently lubricated, he pushed me down onto the desk and penetrated me from behind. That moment was like a bolt from the blue; I didn't even have the strength to cry, two streams of tears flowing down my face and onto the desk. The old lecher disregarded my feelings, relentlessly thrusting into me from behind. Finally, he thrust forward with all his might and lay motionless on top of me. I felt waves of heat flowing into my body.
At that moment, I saw a figure flash past the door, so I mustered all my strength and screamed again. But that person never appeared again. My screams enraged the old lecher, and he ravaged me again. His nearly half-hour of continuous thrusting made me feel a surge of heat about to erupt from my genitals. Finally, under this old man's rape, I even had an orgasm. While being raped, I even had a thought: why was this old man's sexual function so strong? Later, the old lecher got tired and finally let go. I didn't bother to straighten my disheveled clothes and ran desperately towards the elevator. I immediately spotted my husband standing at the elevator. I collapsed into his arms like I'd met a savior, crying uncontrollably. But he didn't offer a single word of comfort, nor did he ask what was wrong. He simply helped me into the elevator and told me to wait for him downstairs.
When I got downstairs, something felt increasingly wrong. How could a man remain so calm when his wife was being assaulted? And it felt like he'd been there for a while, perhaps even witnessing what happened in the office. So, I secretly slipped back into the office. I found several cigarette butts on the floor where my husband had been standing, and the elevator was less than 50 meters from my office, the door open. He must have heard me screaming so loudly. Later, I overheard my husband negotiating with his boss. It turned out he'd conspired with his boss beforehand. He'd arranged for his boss to rape me, and in return, he'd get a large commission from me. At that moment, my world seemed to collapse. In my husband's eyes, I was just a tool for making money, essentially a prostitute.
Oh my god, I felt dizzy. My husband, with whom I had shared a bed for three years, could actually give his wife away to someone else for money. I thought he was wicked and cruel, and I was incredibly stupid… So, from that moment on, our marriage existed in name only. We didn't officially go through with the separation and divorce proceedings just to maintain the relationship between our two families. Later, I also quit my job, and now we live our own lives.

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