[The Pain of Ten Years Ago] (The End)

Ten years have passed since the incident, and seven years have passed since I learned about it.

The emotional journey I've gone through during those seven years is indescribable; I believe you'll understand after reading this!
My wife and I met in college. She was pretty, with a calm demeanor, a gentle personality, and a touch of fragility. She was

168cm tall, weighed 51kg, and had a slender figure. Among many suitors, I finally

won her heart, and she gave me her virginity in my dorm room during the summer before graduation.
We got married right after graduation, and the following year we had a son. Becoming a mother made her even more

captivating, her skin and figure even more alluring.
We were assigned to the same large state-owned enterprise after graduation. She was in the equipment department, and I was in the technical department. The equipment department often

sent people on business trips, ostensibly for meetings, but in reality, they were product presentations by various equipment manufacturers.

These meetings usually lasted half a day or a day, followed by sightseeing arranged by the host organization. The trips took at most a week. So,

all the young people in the equipment department wanted to have the opportunity to go. Because she was a woman, young and inexperienced, and had a young child,

she rarely got a chance. And so, our lives were peaceful and warm.
That summer, we had been working at this unit for almost four years. My wife was 27, and our son was a little over three and in

daycare . I remember it was a Monday in July when my wife came home early, excitedly saying that she finally had a

chance to go on a business trip. She was leaving the next day, Tuesday, and coming back on Sunday, a six-day trip.
Since she was going alone and was relatively inexperienced, she wasn't eligible to fly, so

she would be traveling in sleeper berths both ways. It was in a southwestern province, a journey of over 20 hours. I said, "If we can't fly, we can't fly. Taking the train is more relaxing and reassuring." So I helped her

pack her things, and she went to the train station early the next morning.
For the next few days, I took the kids to school in the mornings and then went to work, picking them up after work. On Sunday afternoon, when I

brought the kids back from the park, I found my wife already home. She was washing our clothes from the business trip in the washing machine. She

had dark circles under her eyes, looked very tired, and seemed unhappy.
I didn't think much of it, assuming it was just from the trip. That night, after the kids were asleep, I wanted to be intimate with her, but she said

she was exhausted from hiking and her joints ached all over, so she'd wait a couple of days. Later, she said she had her period, and so on. Anyway,

from the time she left for the business trip until we returned, it was almost 20 days since I'd been intimate with her.
It wasn't until more than 20 days after she returned from her business trip that we made love again. Unlike before, she said she wanted to do

it with the lights off, and I said whatever. For some reason, the experience felt noticeably different from before, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it

. She seemed less passionate, unlike our usual playful banter and sweet talk, and there was no climax.
At the time, I thought it was because we hadn't done it in a long time. We were young, innocent, and deeply in love then, so I didn't pay any attention to anything

. Life continued peacefully. Strangely, my wife said business trips were too tiring and

she never wanted to go again, even offering to let others have the chance!
Our peaceful and happy days were shattered seven years ago in 2006, almost three

years The cause was absurd: a vice president at the company, Mr. W, fell ill with late-stage liver cancer and didn't have many days left to live.

I had seen the company's senior management's resume; this man was born in 1947 and was not yet 60 years old. He had always been in charge of the company's equipment procurement. He was an

elite soldier who had joined the army before the Cultural Revolution and was demobilized in the 1980s. He was not very educated, but he was tall

, straightforward, had an unbeatable drinking capacity, and was quite popular. Because he was in charge of equipment, according to my wife's previous description,

she only knew him. As for me, due to the difference in rank and age, we had almost never met directly and could

be said to be complete strangers.
Ironically, I received a call from this person that day, asking me to visit him in his hospital room. I was

baffled , but out of respect for the dying man, I bought some things and went anyway. The hospital room was very luxurious,

with flashing lights from various monitoring devices. He was covered in tubes. When I went in, there was no one in the room. Later, I thought that he probably asked

someone else to leave.
I was shocked to see him; he was completely different from how I usually saw him, emaciated and frail. I approached the bedside and greeted him

. He looked at me and said, "You are XX." I said yes. He said, "We don't know each other, but I've known about

you for a long time. I'm about to die, and the only reason I'm seeing you before I die is to personally apologize to you.

I apologized to . Don't ask why. Take your things and leave." After saying this, he ignored

me. I put down my things and left the room, feeling utterly bewildered.
But the more I thought about it, the more something seemed off. Why would he call me over to apologize three years ago? What could he have done

to wrong me and my wife? When I got home, I told my wife about it. She said, "A dying man's words are kind, and a dying bird's song is mournful. A person about to die might think of more of the things he did that wronged others. It's like repentance at the time of retribution. " I felt there was something behind my wife's words, so I pressed her for details. She said it was nothing, that we'd been thinking about what he might have done to wrong us three years ago. So I didn't press her further. For the next few days, I couldn't figure it out. Less than a week later, this Vice President W died. As required by the company, all departments had to go to the funeral home. I went too, only to find that everyone from the Equipment Department except my wife was there. I asked her colleague, who said my wife wasn't feeling well and had taken leave to go home. When I got home from work, I found that my wife had already prepared dinner. While we were eating, I asked her, "Your supervisor died, and you didn't even go to the funeral. Aren't you afraid of what your colleagues will say?" Suddenly, my wife's eyes welled up with tears. I thought she felt sorry for the vice president, Mr. W, who died before he was even sixty. But she said fiercely, "He deserved to die. He should have died long ago. This is retribution!" My heart skipped a beat when I heard this, sensing a serious problem. Before I could ask any more questions, my wife, tears streaming down her face, said, "Do you remember that summer three years ago when I went on a business trip alone to a province in the southwest? Nobody knew that he used the excuse of going on another business trip to detour there as well. He raped me there. For the past few years, I've kept quiet, afraid that with your temper, you'd cause a huge disaster, end up in jail, and ruin our family. Now that he's dead, I can finally tell the truth." Then burst into tears... My mind went completely blank. The following is what my wife told me. Of course, the details weren't told to me all at once; they were compiled from numerous questions I asked her over the years, especially after we became involved with the forum. It includes her initial, heartbroken responses, her gradually calming accounts after joining the forum, and of course, my own painful experiences:

My wife got off the train around 7 a.m., took a taxi to the conference venue, a four-star hotel,

handed over the invitation, and the organizers arranged a room and provided relevant materials and procedures.
When she entered the room, she saw it was a luxury suite. She wondered if it was because of her company's prestige or

the organizers' generosity, but without much thought, she put down her luggage, quickly washed up, and went to the conference room for the meeting.
??? There were dozens of people attending the meeting, from different units, who did not know each other or where they were from.

The meeting was very boring, product performance introduction, etc., buffet at noon, and the meeting continued in the afternoon, with so-called experts giving detailed introductions, recommendations, and appraisals of

products , etc. People listened absentmindedly, and they had long thought about getting to

the next day as soon as possible so that they could start sightseeing.
???The meeting was finally coming to an end at five o'clock in the afternoon. The organizer sent everyone the itinerary for the next few days

, instructing everyone to gather at the time and place on the list and act in unison. People were whispering and seemed very

excited . After announcing that a thank-you banquet would be held in the hotel banquet hall at six o'clock, the so-called meeting ended.
The daughter-in-law returned to her room, showered, and changed into a black dress, looking elegant and refined. She applied light makeup,

and seeing that it was past six o'clock, she hurried to the banquet hall. Seeing that most of the attendees were already seated, she

prepared to find a place to sit. Suddenly, a young woman wearing a name tag from the organizer approached her and said, "Are you

Ms. XX from the equipment department of XX company?"
The daughter-in-law said yes. The woman continued, "Your company is one of our major clients. To show respect, your company

leader asked me to invite you to dine in the XX private room.
" Upon hearing this, the woman assumed it was the usual procedure for others attending similar meetings, so she followed the young woman to the private room. As soon as

she entered , she was surprised to see her company's Vice President W, who was in charge of equipment, sitting at the head table.

She quickly greeted him, and Vice President W asked her to sit down, explaining that he had attended another meeting but had been invited here

by the organizers introduced her to several of the organizers' leaders.
During their conversation, the woman learned that one of the organizers' managers, L, who was sitting next to Vice President W, was quite

familiar with him. After exchanging pleasantries, the banquet and drinks began.
Because of work, my wife can drink a little red or white wine, so she chose red wine. After a few rounds of drinks, the leaders

started discussing equipment procurement intentions. Several managers from the organizing committee kept toasting Vice President W. W said,

"Don't just toast me. We have a lady in our equipment department here. If you treat her well, I'll purchase

your equipment."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to toast my wife. Having never seen this before, she didn't know how to

refuse . Vice President W didn't even glance at her and continued eating alone.
And so, my wife drank glass after glass of mixed baijiu and red wine. She didn't know how long she drank; she said

the last time she checked her watch, it was almost nine o'clock. She couldn't remember how much she drank after that or when it ended. She

only remembered the little girl who led her to the private room helping her in, and then she knew nothing more
… The daughter-in-law, half-asleep, woke up at some point. Opening her eyes, she found the room dimly lit,

her mouth dry. She tried to drink water, but felt aches and pains all over her body. Struggling to lift her head, she suddenly realized she was naked. She sat up abruptly and looked

around. In the dim light, opposite her on the sofa sat naked W, calmly watching

her, as if waiting for her to wake up. He casually toyed with an unlit cigarette. The daughter-in-law

pulled the blanket over herself and asked, "What are you doing?
" W whispered, "You should ask me what I did.
" The wife broke down instantly. Only then did she realize the bed was a mess, and felt

a . She understood the worst had happened and buried her face in the blankets, sobbing uncontrollably.
A few minutes later, W, naked, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Don't expect you to sue me. No one will even

believe I was ever in this city. The only people who know I'm here are a few high-ranking officials from the hosting company, and only

Manager knows I went into your room. Do you think you deserve a suite? This room was arranged for me by L. I

have the authority to decide on the equipment purchases. Don't think L will testify for you. I'm not the kind

of person who sleeps around with every woman I see. I never go after young girls. I only like young married women like you." I've been watching you for a long time,

and I've wanted you for a long time too. Today, I'm certain I wasn't wrong; you are indeed a rare

beauty in bed. But I'm a person who cares about my reputation, and I would never cheat on someone at work. So, no one

has ever believed I have any issues with my conduct. With your qualifications and position, only people would believe you'd sacrifice yourself for me! Besides, let's not

even talk about whether you can sue me. You have a child and a husband. After this is exposed, how can you and your husband

continue to work at such a good company? What about your family...?"
After listening to these words through tears, the wife looked up at W in despair and asked, "What do you want?"
W calmly replied, "I'm not someone who wants to possess you forever, but I'll give you two choices. One is that I go back to the company at

dawn and we can maintain our relationship; I'll try my best not to let anyone find out. The other is that you spend these next few days with me,

and when you go back, act as if nothing happened and stop bothering you."
The wife was devastated. In that situation, how could a 27-year-old woman make a rational choice

? All that remained was endless weeping. W stood up, took a small bottle of pills from his pocket, tossed it to his wife, poured

a glass of water, placed it on the bedside table, and said, "Take this if you don't want to get pregnant."
His wife swallowed the pills through her tears and continued to sob. An hour passed quickly. In that hour,

his wife thought a lot in her despair. We loved each other deeply, and she had already lost her virginity to this

shameless 56-year-old man, older than her own father. Did she really have to give herself to him for a few more days?! But if she postponed it now,

and went back to the company to confront him, she knew that if he found out, he would commit murder. She didn't want even

a little bit of gossip to affect her family and her relationship. Put yourself in her shoes, what would you

choose?
The electronic monitor on the bedside table showed it was already 2 a.m. W asked, "Have you made up your mind?"
His wife looked up, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "I've chosen these few days. If you cause any more trouble after we go back, I'll take you

down !"
W casually said, "Don't worry, I'm not a good person to you, but I won't be a scoundrel. I'll keep my word

."
After saying that, ignoring his wife's crying, he yanked off the covers and pressed himself against her. His wife struggled to get him

to use a condom, but W said, "Giving you the pill means I won't use it. I'm not used to it, and I didn't use it the first time

either, so what's the point of using it now?!" He then penetrated her. The wife's tears had dried; she knew any resistance was futile. For the next few days , she was plagued
by waking nightmares. She bit her lip hard, enduring the thrusting. There was no love, no affection, not even pity; only possession and conquest. W constantly changed positions, demanding her full cooperation. Annoyed by her silence continued his frenzied thrusting, pinching her breasts and nipples hard. The pain caused her to let out suppressed cries… Half an hour, more than forty minutes, the wife, enduring the pain, asked when it was over. W cheerfully replied, "I'm 56. Who do you think I am? I only got this. " He pulled a strip of pills from under his pillow; they were light blue and diamond-shaped. Seeing his wife didn't recognize them, W continued , "Brother Viagra, you've heard of that, right? It means you can keep going even after you've ejaculated!" Upon hearing this, his wife couldn't help but burst into tears again. After nearly an hour, W groaned, thrust a few more times, and finished. Satisfied, he collapsed to the side, still with that disgusting object erect between his legs. [ The End ]

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