I Trusted Him, But He Only Used Me

On the night of my father’s funeral, while I was keeping vigil, I was kidnapped.

A group of men stormed the funeral hall, shattering the solemnity. They desecrated my father's urn and threatened me into cooperating with three strangers to film an eight-hour indecent video.

By the next day, the footage had been burned onto DVDs and circulated through every corner of the town.

My fiancé broke off our engagement without hesitation.

The all-girls school that once required my daily attendance never reached out again.

Under the weight of scandal and sorrow, my frail mother passed away—clutching what remained of my father’s ashes.

In the midst of despair, Sean Noble—my ex-fiancé’s uncle—knelt before me and proposed.

It felt like a drifting boat finally finding a harbor.

I agreed.

Six months into our marriage, I went to the city to pick up a drunken Sean from a private room. Just as I approached, I heard voices—his and another man’s.

“Sean, weren’t you too ruthless back then? A marriage and a job—that’s all it took? Christy’s family is well-off. Why ruin Sheri completely? Her father fought tooth and nail for that job. Look at her now—broken, empty…”

“I had no choice,” Sean replied coldly. “If her chastity wasn't destroyed, the girls' school wouldn’t reject her. Jason wouldn’t call off the engagement. I can't protect Christy forever. All I could do was remove the obstacles.”

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“I had my men gather those DVDs from around town. But it’s been months. Do you see how the men look at Sheri now? Like she’s something to devour…”

“Don’t collect them anymore.”

There was a beat of silence. Then came a hoarse, grief-stricken scream:

“Sean, are you even human?! Have you watched the CD?! My wife—tortured for eight hours by three monsters. In the end, blood streamed from her eyes. Was it worth it—for a woman like Christy?”

“Enough!” Sean snapped. “I know she’s hurting. Just wait—once Christy gives birth to the Noble Family’s child and things stabilize, this will pass. Words hurt less than wounds. I won’t say more. Sheri said she was coming to pick me up. If she hears this—”

His voice, eerie and soulless, chilled me to the bone. I covered my mouth, heart pounding, and stumbled away from the room.

But outside the hotel, it got worse.

A group of drunken men recognized me.

“Hey, isn’t this the girl from the CD? Harry’s daughter? Always looked so proper—who knew she was so wild behind the scenes?”

One of them grabbed me by the waist, his hand already tugging at my clothes.

“C’mon, have some fun with the boys. Name your price.”

I struggled, but I was no match for a mob.

My coat was torn. Laughter rang around me—vile, mocking.

The horror I thought I had left behind came rushing back.

And then—

“You bastards dare touch my woman? You have a death wish?!”

Sean’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

Thugs surged forward behind him, beating the drunkards to the ground until their screams echoed through the street.

I curled up in a corner, trembling.

He had saved me again.

But this time, I felt no gratitude.

Only fear.