My Husband defends my molester

I could not believe my husband was leaving me in the hands of a lust-driven person who had already attempted to assault me once.

I wanted to scream. I also wanted to slap this person who had once vowed to protect me at any cost. But, the alcohol mixed with my blood, had weekend my body, making it unbearable for me to even stand up properly.

"Julian... Don't leave me here, Please. I'm begging you." I barely managed to speak. But, the next moment, I saw him wrapping his hands around Lesley's waist as he said, "Let's go, honey. We are getting late."

"Julian stop..." I tried to follow him to the doorstep. But, they had already walked out. In the next moment, I was pulled into a strong and disgusting hug.

"Where are you running, Sweetheart!" A voice whispered near my earlobes. "Your Daddy is here."

"Leave me... Stop this." I struggled to break free. But, Deccan's grip was firm on my waist.

"Leave you?" He laughed, his laughter filled with arrogance and maliciousness. "Do you think a low key like you deserve to even step a foot inside our luxurious villa?"

"You wouldn't have seen such a luxurious villa in your dreams, let alone having a free dinner inside."

"Since you have fed as a freeloader, you must pay the price."

Having said that he grabbed a fruit knife from the dinning table and cut my top from the back. My eyes widened in terror.

"Deccan! What the heck are you doing?" I screamed the lungs out of me. But, he only laughed, "What do you think I'm doing, Sweetheart?"

"Julian mentioned you have a decent body. It's a pity to keep it hidden. Let others to enjoy it as well." He smirked.

His words cut deep through my heart. I wondered which man mentions their wives' figure in front of other men. Julian had stoop so low that I should have stopped being so shocked by now.

"Come on! Don't be so shy. Let me watch as well. I promise I won't hurt you. Just keep my bed warm tonight." He said licking his lower lips as he put off the whole top.

I immediately wrapped my hands around my chest, doing the only effort I could to save my dignity. But, he hadn't stopped yet.

He pushed me on the couch and began unbuttoning his shirt as he walked closer to me.

I didn't know how to save myself. My whole body was trembling in fear and disgust as I saw him unzipping his pants. Just then something occurred to my mind and I immediately grabbed my phone.

With trembling hands, I opened the camera of my phone. Deccan's smile faltered. His face twisted with anger as he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I-If you come near me, I'll record everything and send it to Julian." I spat, my words sounding more like a begging than a threat.

There was a minor pause, followed by a loud laughter. My heart sank.

"I-I'm not joking, Deccan. I'll see what excuses you and your sister make this time." I said.

But, step by step he walked closer to me. Then, pulling my hair, he leaned me closer to his lips as he whispered, "Do you think Julian doesn't know about it?"

Blood ran cold throughout my body. I met his gaze, stunned to the point of frozen. Shock, Denial, hurt, written all over my face.

"Wh-What do you mean?" I asked in disbelief.

"Julian has traded you for my sister." He replied, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"I caught him having affair with my sister despite my parents' refusal. So, I told him that I would tell my parents. Do you know what he said on that?" He asked, his eyes glittering with the hint of dominance and satisfaction.

"He said his wife has a pretty decent figure. The kind of figure, I usually like to f*ck. He said he would let me f*ck his wife for one night if I keep his affair with Lesley a secret."

"On your wedding anniversary, It was Julian's plan to let me enjoy you. But, because of your stupid brother, I could not taste you properly."

"So, Julian planned this dinner and left you alone with me so that he can pay his price." Deccan added, his fingers deliberately moving on my lips.

I had thought that nothing Julian could do, would hurt me anymore. I had already expected the lowest from him. But, this was beyond everything.

My whole body was trembling in rage. Julian, the man I trusted the most in my life, and shared my bed for five years, served him in all the possible ways he liked, had sold me to a man. His own wife?

The truth was a shard of ice plunged into my soul. It didn't just hurt; it froze the rage, the fear, the disgust into a terrifying stillness.

Deccan’s words echoed, each syllable a hammer blow to my fragile sanity.

“He said he would let me f*ck his wife for one night if I keep his affair with Lesley a secret.”

I stared at him, unable to speak, unable to move.

Julian’s sudden insistence on this dinner. His overly cheerful mood. Lesley’s smug, knowing glance as they walked out the door. The liquor, unusually strong, pushed on me relentlessly. It had all been orchestrated. A meticulous, cruel set-up.

Deccan misinterpreted my paralysis for submission. His hand, which had been entangled in my hair, tugged me closer, bringing our faces mere inches apart. I could smell the expensive cologne and the repulsive scent of his lust.

"Now you know, Sweetheart... Julian won't mind. He expects it." He whispered.