My Husband Arranged My Assault

On our wedding night, Mario finished his drink and leaned close to my ear, whispering, "Aurora, that worker who raped you years ago—I was the one who arranged it."

My deepest scar was torn open. I raised my head in disbelief, but Mario just smiled softly as he caressed my cheek.

"Shocked? Aurora, you're just too obedient. That day, it was supposed to be Neyland who got violated."

"But I wasn't with her at the time, so I could only call you over. You were prettier than Neyland, so the man let her go."

My eyes reddened as my entire body trembled uncontrollably.