My Husband defends my molester

My husband of five years ghosted me on our wedding anniversary celebration just to celebrate his childhood sweetheart, Lesley's birthday.

Instead, Lesley's brother, Deccan, showed up in the party, trying to touch me inappropriately. Thankfully, my brother, Liam, showed up at the right moment and saved me.

The next day, he was hospitalized after being severaly beaten up by Deccan's goons. In rage, I filed a lawsuit against him. However, nothing happened!

All because The Kinleys were too strong to be challenged!

I begged my husband to help me, and he promised he would!

However, on the day of the trial, the judge received new evidence from a witness who did not want to appear in court, which showed Liam fitting a camera inside Lesley's bathroom.

The evidence claimed Liam was trying to molest Lesley and after being caught up by Deccan, he defamed him. My brother was sentenced to prison instead.

That evening, as I returned home, heartbroken, looking at the meal Julian had lovingly prepared, thinking it was for our anniversary, I heard his voice from the balcony.

"Leslie, the case is closed. It's all over. The evidence has been presented. No one will ever know it was your brother who tried to molest Laura."

"It's okay if you can't come today. Laura will be home soon, and the meal won't go to waste."

The phone call felt like a bucket of icy water dumped on my head. My blood ran cold. Every word he said was like a sharp blade, crushing my last hope.

I stood frozen in the doorway, a file containing the medical reports of my brother who was severely injured yet he had to be dragged into the prison, fell off the floor.

The abrupt sound drew Julian's attention at me. He looked at me with an expression that seemed more like of guilt, which soon disappeared as he walked up to me.

“The evidence against your brother was strong, darling. There was nothing that we could do," He had said, his voice calm, as if he were discussing the weather.

“He tried to defame Deccan after being caught. It’s a fact. I know you loved him, but you must accept the truth.”

He was completely unaware that I had overheard his conversation with Leslie.

"No," I felt a surge of nausea, the word a fragile defense against his accusation. "No, he didn't. He couldn't have."

"I have proof, Laura. I saw it myself," he said, pulling a flash drive from his pocket. "See how he is fitting the camera in Lesley's bathroom. It's a shame, but it’s the truth."

"How did you get this?"

"Were it you... Who submitted the forged evidence?"

I snatched the USB drive from him with trembling hands and asked in disbelief.

Julian's face reddened, a feign rage in his eyes as he asked, "Laura, what's wrong with you? How could you put such a vile accusation on me?"

"You have turned so blind in your brother's love that you can't differentiate right from the wrong."

My blood ran cold on his response. I wondered how perfect he had been in lying that not even his eyebrows furrowed saying all this to me.

"What about me, Julian?" My voice trembling in rage, "He... He tried to touch my private parts. Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Julian’s face sank. He replied, his voice cold."Deccan was drunk, Laura. He did not intend it."

"Did not intend it?" I snapped back, "And the goons he sent after my brother, and the fake charges they put against my brother. Did they not intend it as well?"

"Stop dragging this matter too far, Laura." He said, his voice turning cold with little to no remorse.

"Lesley is already feeling guilty for you. She has invited you over dinner tomorrow. As long as you come with me to meet Lesley, apologize to her brother and withdraw the lawsuit against him, your brother will soon be released from the prison."

"Lesley is a kind woman, Laura. You shouldn't hold grudges against her."

Just then his phone rang. Lesley's name popped up on the screen with a heart emoji and a soft smile automatically appeared on his lips. The kind of smile I wished to see on his face because of me. But, it never happened.

Be it my surprise gifts to him or preparing his favourite dishes at midnght to satisfy his night cravings. He never smiled at me. I always wondered if he had so much work load that he had forgotten to smile.

But, the truth was before my eyes now. He could smile! Just not at me.

He immediately grabbed the phone, walked into his study room and shut the door behind his back.

Before walking out, he had shot a glance over the dinning table and told me as a reminder, "I have prepared dinner to lighten your mood. Eat it before it gets cooled."

I stared the carefully prepared dinner, each dishes were cooked according to Lesley's preference.

A sarcastic smile appeared on my lips, cutting deep through my heart. His words still echoed in my head.

The man I had loved and trusted for years had not only betrayed me but had actively participated in my brother’s destruction.

I was finding it difficult to stand by after listening to everything. I wanted to go insde and confront him directly but sddenly my phone rang.

It was a jailor. His voice was urgent." Mrs Williams... your brother... he fainted."

I immediately stumbled out of the house, the rainslicked streets a blur of lights and colors. I ran to the police station. My heart clenched seeing my brother whole body soaked in blood.

"LLiam!" My voice trembled, "Who did this to you?"

"II'm fine, Laura." He barely managed to speak. But, I could see, he was not. Kinleys must have bribed the officials to bully my brother.

"Don't worry, brother." My voce choked, "I'll soon take you out from it, and I promise those who are responsible for this, will suffer a worst fate!"

I had only a brother in my family, who was now a hollowedout ruin.

I came out of the police station and stood in the rain, the cold drops washing away the last traces of my past life.

My love for Julian, once a vibrant flame, was now nothing but a pile of cold ash. I looked at the rain, and I knew what I had to do.

I then dialed a number. Julian's rival.

"You want the secret information of Julian's company? An information that can destroy him completely? I have them all." I said, my voice firm.

"What do you want from me?" A deep male voice sounded from the other end, excited.

"An evidence that can prove my brother's innocence." I replied.

"Give me two weeks and consider it done!"

Magus Cooper was my childhood best friend, a rock against all the storms in my life. But, I had cut all the ties with him once I got married to Julian.

Reason– Julian did not approve me meeting my male friends and I took all his wishes as a command, a fool in love. Meanwhile, he continued meeting his childhood sweetheart in the name of family gatherings.

Five years, no contacts. Still, he assured me he would help my brother. Once the words escaped through his lips, I knew even if the world collapsed, he would fulfill his promise.

I finally took a sigh of relief as I hung up the call and came back home. I peeked through the door. Julian was sleeping soundly, embracing the red muffler through his heart– a gift from Lesley.

My heart ached seeing how much he longed for his beloved despite sleeping by my side.

However, I did not mourn for my failed marriage this time. I simply closed the door and walked up to his study room.

Hurriedly, I typed my birthdate to open his computer. But, red mark popping on the screen mocked me, showing mirror to my husband's betrayal. But, there was no time for selfpity.

I grabbed my phone, scanned Lesley's information from her social media account. Then, I typed her pet name as passcode.

It worked!

Even her pet had great value in Julian's heart than me!

It wasn't the only shock waiting for me.

Once I opened his private file, I was stunned.

He had transferred his all property in Lesley's name, even those we had bought with my parents' funds.

I clutched the mouse in my hands tightly and immediately copied all the necessary information about his company, along with the evidence of his illegal transfer of my property to Lesley.

I was going take every penny back from Julian after divorcing him. That's the last thing I need to do after securing my brother's innocence. I won't let him enjoy the fortune with his mistress that my parents had left.

With that, I shut the computer off and came out.

The next day, Julian insist on taking me to meet Lesley– to apologise on my brother's behalf.

"You want me to apologise those people who have framed my brother?" I yelled. "On your dreams, Julian!"

"My brother is innocent. I will never apologize for something he hasn't done. Instead, I'll reopen the case. I will not stop until I see Deccan behind the cell."

Julian's face hardened. "We talked about this yesterday, didn't we?"

"I never agreed to you." I replied.

"If you don't apologize on your brother's behalf, then watch him get raped by these men! He loves men so much anyway!" As he spoke, he pulled up a video on his phone and shoved it towards me.

It showed my brother naked, surrounded by a group of burly men, with unopened condoms by the bed.

The video he shoved into my face, the raw, undeniable visual of my younger brother's terror, ripped the breath from my lungs.

I didn't scream. I didn't even cry. I simply froze, a block of ice where my heart used to be.

Liam, my baby brother, was being molested just because he had protected me the other day. My heart was ripping apart watching the video played before my eyes.

"WhWhy are you doing this to me, Julian?" I asked, my voice trembling with rage and hurt.

His voice quickly softened as he pulled me into his arms.

"Are you mad, darling? Why would I do that to you? It's Deccan."

"That's why I'm telling you to come with me to meet Lesley and Deccan. Let's make up everything and solve the matter, alright?"

I looked up to meet his gaze, my sight blurred with tears as I asked, "What if I still don't come with you, Julian? What if I don't obey? What will happen to my brother then?"

My heart was trembling in my chest as if waiting to hear something terrific, and as expected, Julian's face immediately turned cold. He said.

"These men you just saw, have been in cells for years for being charged of rape and molestation. They have things for young guys, Laura. You won't be liking them to share bed with Liam every night, do you?"

My eyes were bloodshot, my heart filled with sorrow, and my nails dug deep into my skirt.

This was the man I had foolishly loved for five years, turning a deaf ear to the bad words my brother and Mags had said.

I had asked my brother to sell the house to help Julian, and told him I would help him when he succeeded.

Now, this was Julian repaying my brother. At that moment, I realized how foolish I had been. I fought the urge to slap him hard, controlled my trembling body, and said through gritted teeth,

"Okay! I'll go with you... apologize to Leslie and Deken. Don't bother my brother anymore."

"Come with me to meet the Kinley brothers and sisters. Once they see your sincerity, they'll make your brother's life in prison easier." He replied with a smile, a mask covering his cruel face.

In that moment, the man before me felt incredibly unfamiliar. But for my brother's sake, I had no choice but to endure it for now.

Two weeks. Just two weeks. Once I have evidence to prove my brother's innocence, I can completely get rid of this demon!

After we reached Kinleys' place, Julian completely left my side and stood next to Lesley, hugging her tight as he greeted her.

But, my blood boiled in rage when Deccan stepped closer to me. Pulling me intp his arms in front of Julian, he said, "It's good to see you here, Laura. You are looking as sexy as ever."

"Don't mind Deccan's words, Laura. He is like this always." Lesley had added.

The sight of Deccan, his glare being fixed on my chest, was reminding me of that terrific night when he had forcefully cupped my breast in his palms and was trying to rip my clothes off in front of the whole guests.

Julian and my friends, who were originally only his friends, laughed and made fun of me. No one tried to stop Deccan except my brother.

I hardly managed to break through Deccan's hug while my husband was pulling chair for Lesley to sit on the dinning hall.

After Deccan dragged me to sit beside him in the dinning hall, Lesley continued. "I'm sorry for holding your husband in my birthday's celebration, Laura. He could not attend his anniversary celebration because he was busy making my birthday special."

Her voice was laced with affection, but a smile of mockery spreaded on her lips as she showed the necklace she was wearing, saying, "Thankyou Julian for this special gift. I loved it."

My gaze was fixed at the White Diamond pandent hanging on Lesley's neck. It was Julian's family heirloom. I had insisted him many times to let me wear it.

But, everytime he declined, telling me he would give it to me on some special occasion.

It turned out, he had never thought of giving it to me. The necklace... It always meant for Lesley, his true love.

At this point I just wondered if Lesley's parents hadn't refused to her wedding with Julian, would he really have married to me?

The answer didn't matter anymore. Our marriage... It has already been sued.

The whole dinner was designed to rub salt to my already injured heart. During all this time, Julian kept pestering Lesley to eat more.

"You have lost so much weight, Lesley. You should eat more."

"It's your favourite dish, isn't it? Let me feed you with my own hands."

"There is something on your lips... Come, let me wipe it for you."

There was a time when he leaned too close to Lesley to wipe off her lips that it almost looked like they were kissing. Meanwhile, I remained still on my chair, watching as the whole scene was being unfolded.

When the dinner finally came to an end, Deccan announced. "Let's come to the point, guys."

Everyone's gaze landed at Deccan. Meanwhile, Julian looked at me and began, "This dinner was Deccan's idea, Laura. He is a big heart person and wants to apologise to you for his misbehaviour."

"Yes, my brother is so sweet and gentle, Laura. He was just drunk that night. He did not intend to hurt you. I hope you don't hold grudges against him and let the matter slide." Lesley added, her hands wrapped around Julian's arms.

Just then Deccan grabbed my hands and pulled me up from my seat and had me sit on his lap as he continued, "Darling, accept my apologizies."

Lesley and Julian only laughed at this. Julian even dared to say, "See how sincere Deccan is, Laura. Just forgive him and withdraw your lawsuit, okay?"

Blood ran cold to my head as Deccan's hand abruptly moved around my waist. I immediately stood up.

"What's this behaviour for?" I yelled.

The laughter abruptly came to an end. Laura's face sank and she looked up at Julian with a pitiful eyes. Julian's face hardened. He turned to me and ask, "Deccan is only apologising to you. Do you have problem with that also?"

"Is this an apology or another excuse of harassing me?" I groaned in anger.

But, instead of asking me why I had reacted so loud, Julian grabbed my hands and dragged me to a corner, "Don't forget your brother is still surrounded by rapists and molesters. If you don't want him to get raped by each one of them, behave yourself."

With that he dragged me back to the dinning hall and said, his voice apologetic. "Laura belongs from a middle class family and is unaware of the high society culture. This is why I don't tag her along quite often."

"She is feeling guilty for her misbehaviour just now and will drink to atone herself."

After throwing out these words, he grabbed a whisky bottle from the centre table and poured all of it inside my mouth.

I choked to death. But, he did not care. He kept pouring the whole drink inside me until the bottle was empty.

"JJulian..." I whispered, "I can't drink. Doctors have strictly forbidden me and you know that."

"Oh, come on. You won't die." He said carelessly before pouring another bottle of whiskey into my mouth.

He then turned to me and said, "Lesley is going in a late night party, Laura. I can't let her go alone. I'm going to accompany her."

"Leave me at home and you can go wherever you want." I said, my voice distant. My head was spinning. I could not see anything properly because of the drink, let alone travelling back to home.

"We will get late if I drop you first." He replied, his voice devoid of any emotion. My eyes widened in terror as I asked, "Then how am I supposed to go to our home?"

"You don't need to leave, Laura." He replied, "Stay here tonight. Don't worry, you are not alone. Deccan will accompany you."

I could not believe my husband was leaving me in the hands of a lustdriven 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?"

"IIf 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.

"II'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.

"WhWhat 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 fck. He said he would let me fck 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 fck 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 setup.

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.

The mention of Julian and Lesley together, coupled with the terrifc reality of my situation, snapped something inside me. The fear was instantly replaced by a volcanic eruption of sheer, blinding fury.

This wasn't just about a broken marriage; it was about survival, about my very dignty being crushed.

I didn't scream. I didn't beg. The tremor in my body ceased, replaced by a terrifying, cold calm. He loosened his grip, confident in his victory. That fraction of a second was my salvation.

My hand shot out, not to strike his face, but to seize the fruit knife lying on the floor beside the couch.

Adrenalinefueled, I swung the small blade, a desperate, clumsy movement. Deccan gasped, his expression melting into vicious shock as the knife nicked his cheek. A thin line of blood immediately beaded and trickled down.

"You bitch!" he roared, stumbling back and freeing my hair.

Scrambling backward, I pushed myself off the couch, clutching the knife like a talisman.

"Stay away from me, Deccan," I spat, my voice low and steady."Julian may have sold me, but I am not bought. You will not touch me."

He watched the blood on his fingers, his eyes narrowing to slits of murderous intent. He was formidable, halfdressed, a terrifying blend of raw power and bruised ego. He took a slow, menacing step. "You actually think that tiny thing can stop me?"

"I won’t stop you from hurting me," I countered, locking my gaze on his. "But if you come one step closer, I swear on my mother’s grave, I will cut something off you, and you will spend the rest of your life regretting it."

The sheer, venomous intensity of my threat gave him pause. He was used to cowering victims, not defiant executioners.

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, his tone shifting back to a forced calm, though the fury simmered beneath.

“Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing,” I countered, taking a ragged breath.

It was a desperate bluff, but it seemed to work. He didn't charge. He simply stood there, breathing heavily, his wounded ego warring with the potential pain of another strike.

I grabbed the oportunity and ran away. Reckless and exhausted, I reached the road outside the villa only to be blinded by headlights

I watched in terror as a black SUV followed me with the speed I couldn't imagine and the next second my back was hit and I was thrown away.

I felt like all the bones in my body were crushed and perhaps this was it. However, what hurt me the most– The black SUV that hit me belonged to Julian, the very same car he went with Lesley.

I stayed two whole weeks in the hospital, paralyzed and under coma. Never once did Julian call me or tried to inquire about me. Not even pretending to hide his intend.

When I opened my eyes in a government hospital, I was told to be left by some passersbys.

My trembling fingers found my phone on the bedside table. I powered it on, the sudden bright screen a cruel assault on my eyes.

The notifications flooded in, but one name dominated the screen: Lesley.

A cold knot formed in my stomach as I opened the messaging app. They weren't apologies, nor were they inquiries. They were a digital trail of my husband's betrayal, sent with deliberate, venomous intent.

[Hey! Guess where we are? The Art Gallery downtown! Julian said you always wanted to come here on your birthday, but we just couldn't wait.]

Attached was a picture: Julian, looking happier and more relaxed than he had in years, his arm casually draped over Lesley's shoulders. They were standing in front of a modern abstract piece, a sardonic backdrop to their vulgar reality.

[Just had the most amazing lobster bisque at that fancy new French place Julian loves. He said you took him there once, ever since that day he wanted to take me there to enjoy the food!]

A picture of two champagne flutes clinking, Julian's hand recognizable by the silver watch I had bought him, now raised in a toast to the woman he had sold me for.

[Morning, sleeping beauty! Julian is making me breakfast in bed. Pancakes and fresh coffee. He's such a domestic god! You know, he never did these things for you. So sad!]

A disgusting, overly bright picture of a breakfast tray resting on white satin sheets. Julian's hand was visible, pouring syrup, wearing the wedding ring I had put on his finger.

I wanted to throw the phone across the room, but my hand was frozen, compelled to scroll. Lesley's messages were a steady stream of calculated cruelty, designed not just to inform me, but to dismantle my selfworth piece by piece.

But, I was desperately looking for some news about my brother. I did not know how he was.

Seeing no texts or calls from the police station or Julian, I quickly got up from my bed.

Doctors told me my body was weak and they could not discharge me yet. But, I insisted.

Once I signed all the necessary documents and came out of the hospital, I rushed to see my brother in the police station.

"Your brother's breathing was unstable. We had to shift him to the hospital two weeks ago."

My whole body began to shake. With trembling hands, I saved the location of the hospital my brother was admitted to and rushed to meet him.

Lesley’s vile taunts and Julian’s final, crushing betrayal had been momentarily blurred by a single, terrifying truth: my brother was in a hospital.

Not the luxurious private clinics Julian frequented, but a staterun hospital. Just like the one I had just abandoned.

I clutched the address the officer had given me, a crumpled piece of paper that felt like a lifeline. I hailed the first available cab, barking out the location, the urgency in my voice startling the driver.

The drive was a blur of traffic and anxiety. Breathing unstable. The words spun in my mind. Deccan had promised to make him pay for interrupting their sick game.

Had Liam been beaten? Was he... molested? My failure to protect him weighed on me, a monstrous counterpoint to the rage I felt for my husband.

Liam was the only family I had left, the only person who had stood between me and that vile man.

When the cab pulled up to the second hospital, I paid the driver and practically fell out onto the pavement.

My legs stumbled as I watched my brother lying on general ward, abandoned and uncared.

"Liam..." I rushed to his side. He barely managed to open his eyes to see me once before he closed them again, relieved.

He had been so weak that he had lost the ability of even speaking. My hands clenched into fists.

Julian had promised me that they would leave my brother alone once I go to Lesley's place with him. But, it seems like they hadn't fulfilled their promise.

They left him starve for days and when his condition worsened, they had not even shifted him to a proper hospital. My blood boiled in my nerves watching how my brother was abandoned like some orphan.

In rage, I grabbed my phone to call Julian. But, before I could dial his number, a random message from an unknown number beeped in my phone that made the air freeze in my lungs.

It wasn't a text, but a video.

My private intimate videos with Julian!

Another message came, then another. All same.

My private video got leaked and people were forwarding it, making it viral everywhere!

My hands began to shake violently, the phone rattling against the plastic chair arm. Before I could even register the full horror, the screen flashed with two more messages, followed by several from different unknown numbers. Each one contained the same link, the same obscene notification.

My intimate moment with Julian, a symbol of love and affection now became a moment of pleasure to everyone and I, as a person, a laughingstock, a whore!

I didn't need to ask who had done this. Julian was the only person who had captured my intimate moments with him.

I once had strictly objected him from doing so. But, he had soflty placed a kiss on my cheeks and said, "I want to capture all the beautiful moments of my life, Laura. And, all those moments have you in them. Let me capture you, Laura, so that you always remain with me."

These were the exact words he had told me that had moved my heart. But, it was only now that I realised, they were all lies!

He had been a disgusting person, no better than Deccan himself. He had been collecting evidences against me since the very beginning to ruin me inside out if I ever defy him.

Yes, he had captured me, not by love but by keeping things against me.

He had destroyed me completely, stripped away my dignity and made me a laughing stock.

He was systematically dismantling every pillar of my life: my marriage, my brother’s health, and now, my honor.

I dropped the phone. It slid to the floor, the screen facing up, a silent, blinking witness to my devastation.

A strangled sound tore from my throat, but it wasn't a sob. It was a raw, guttural cry of fury. I pressed my face into Liam’s cool, thin hand. I couldn't break down here. Not now. Not while he was helpless, and I was exposed.

But, before I could even think of protecting my dignity, a nurse's voice fell to my ears like a thunderstorm. "Your brother will not survive if you don't shift him to a better hospital, Mrs Williams."

I had no time for myself. My dignity was in shattered. But, my brother's life was important. I could not be ignorant to him.

I shut my phone off, to save myself from the humiliation as I discharged my brother– to shift him to the City's Hospital.

As I reached the City's Hospital, I could feel the suspicious and lustful gazes of passersby near me. Some even dared to play my video at enough volume so that the voices could reach my ears.

I clutched my hands around my brother, supporting him to stand up, also a sheild to protect myself from people's sharp gaze.

After an OPD, Doctor Smith, the attending doctor of my brother, said, "Your brother is badly beaten. Most of his internal organs are damaged and need immediate surgery."

"It would be better if you had brought him to me two weeks ago. His condition is too critical now. I can't guarantee you if I would be able to save him now."

"Anyways, just sign the necessary documents and pay the surgery fee and we will start the surgery immediately. A small delay can risk your brother's life."

My heart skipped a beat after knowing how serious my brother's situation was. I immediately blurted out, "Please start the surgery immediately, Doctor Smith. II will pay the fee right away."

With that, I grabbed the pen on the desk. My fingers shoke in terror as I signed the documents for my brother's surgery.

After that, I rushed to the counter to pay the surgery's fee.

I gave my card to the collector and said, "It's for Liam Wordsworth. Please hurry up."

The man looked up at me, his stare was as if I had cracked some bad joke with him.

"What's wrong?" Worried, I asked.

"Your card is declined." He replied, his voice cold and distant.

He pushed the card back across the counter, his gaze sliding over me with thinly veiled contempt. "Look, I don't know what kind of games you people play, but the balance is zero. Less than zero, actually. There's a bank fee."

Zero. Julian.

The realization struck me with the force of a physical blow. Julian hadn't just exposed me and nearly killed my brother; he had stripped me clean. He had drained the joint savings, leaving me with nothing, effectively trapping me, making it impossible for me to save Liam.

This wasn't just betrayal; it was financial assassination.

In rage and desperation, I called Julian. After several rings, he finally picked up.

"Mm... Hello?" A lazy voice sounded from the other end, followed by Lesley's moans.

My grip over the phone tightened even more as I asked, "Julian, how dare you to freeze my account after leaving my brother to die?"

"You said as long as I go to meet Lesley and Deccan, everything will be fine. Then... What is it? And our private videos... What answer do you have for all this?" I asked, my voice laced with fury.

There was a small pause on the other side before he finally spoke up, his voice laced with feign concern and pretentious. "It's not my fault, Laura. Who had asked you to cut Deccan's cheeks?"

"He is gone mad on me now. He is creating troubles in my company. Our company is in loss. That is why I had to take the money back from you."

"I don't know how he managed to hack my phone and stole our intimate pictures. I'm trying to delete everything from the internet. But, it all needs money, Honey. How am I supposed to manage everything without it?"

His facade, his fake worry and concern, a mask to hide his cruel face, sent chills down my spine. Meanwhile, he continued, his voice manipulative, "But, everything will be fine if you do one thing, Laura."

"What?" I asked, just to know his intention.

He hesitated for a moment before he finally spoke,"Just fulfill Deccan's demand. Give him what he wants and everything will be okay. It's just one night, honey."

Julian's words sent shivers down my spine. My husband, my love of five years, had the audacity of asking me to sleep with other man.

My voice turned hoarse as I asked, "Do you really mean it, Julian? Everything will be okay once I satisfy Deccan for a night?"

Julian's voice sounded excited as he replied quickly, "Yes, sweatheart, everything will be okay. Your brother will be treated and your videos will be deleted immediately. Just one night."

Just then my phone beeped with a notification. It was Magus.

He sent me the real CCTV footage of that night when Deccan had been trying to molest me and Liam had only saved me.

Also, the real version of the evidence that Julian had submitted in the court. It clearly showed that it was Deccan who was actually fitting camera in my bathroom with the proof of how the video was altered.

I took a sigh of relief. Then, I continued speaking,

"Alright! Tell Deccan to be ready tonight. I'll be at his home with a huge surprise."

"I have a surprise for you as well." I added before I hung up the call. After that, I dialed Magus's number.

"Can you do me one more favor? I want you to arrange a good lawyer for me. I want to divorce Julian. Not just divorce him, I want to destroy him completely, leaving no chance for his survival."

There was a small pause before his voice sounded, deep and magnetic as always,

"Consider it done."

The call was disconnected. But, I remained still at my place, staring at the pale light filtering through the window, but the stillness was deceptive. Inside, a current was building, a fierce, cold tide of absolute resolve.

For weeks—no, for months, I had been the one on the defensive, reacting to every toxic move Julian had made.

I had been the target, the one who had to prove her innocence, to fight the shame his cruel lies had cast upon me.

But now, with the truth of Deccan's adultery, and the ironclad evidence of the Julian's transfer of my assets without my consent in hand, the entire game had shifted.

I am no longer a victim seeking justice, I'm a predator scenting blood.

Julian, Deccan and Lesley! Be ready!