On the day of the third party, I cried with joy. My crazy husband finally had someone to take over. Chapter 1

I finally divorced my ex-husband.

His current wife struts around in front of me, as if she's achieved some grand victory.

I can only feel pity for her.

Because she doesn't yet realize that she'll soon be bruised and battered.

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The violent struggle stirred up dust and sweat, blurring my vision.

Tears mingled with snot ran down my face:

"Please, don't, I'm begging you!"

My school uniform was torn to shreds.

Two boys pinned my arms, while two more held my legs.

A blond guy leaned over me, his foul breath hitting my cheek.

I felt a chill between my legs as my school pants were pulled down to my knees.

My legs were forcibly spread apart.

Declan leaned casually against the doorframe, watching it all like a spectator.

I called out to him for help:

"Help me... Declan, help me!"

In return, I got a slap to the face.

He slowly walked over to me, squatted down, and lifted my chin.

His face was still handsome, with soft bangs covering his forehead, looking gentle and harmless. But what he said made my heart sink:

"Help you? Do you know who brought them here?"