All Chapters of Ruthless Love; Betrayal and Redeemtion: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

41 .TaehyungI observed the doctors treating her wounds as they ran back and forth, one covering the back of her head with a large bandage. I overheard them discussing how much blood she had already lost and how it would affect her health as they examined her body and gave her numerous injections, Only I was just standing there watching them treating her, examine her like she had gone, and then I had heard them talking about 'rape', it was felt like my floor got swiped under my feet, I wanted to scream at their face, that No , it's not but at the same time I know I did, I forced my wife, I raped my wife.I swallowed my fear as crazy sh*t raced down my chest and I momentarily wondered, "Is she ever forgave me for this sin?" I couldn't stand here beside her, seeing her lifeless lying on the bed only because of me; I detested the sight of her and had never before imagined that I could care about anyone besides myself.I turned and went outside the room, it seemed like I am suf

43|Amelia|I am weakSo fucking weakI believed that I could defend myself because I am strong, but how wrong I was. I wasn't strong at all. I am weak both physically and mentally. I allowed him to be so close to me that he is free to wander through my mind without my knowledge. I allowed him to use me by letting him touch me. I created a path for him to find me, play with me, and see where it took me. I was destroyed; I was being tarnished by the man I had once considered to be my husband and my love. To be sexually assaulted by your own husband is ironic beyond belief. To remind myself of how weak, foolish, and stupid I was, I wanted to scream at myself, slap myself repeatedly, and generally berate myself. My eyes showed utter helplessness as I screamed for mercy at that night while writhing in agony and gasping for air. He didn't show the slightest sign of compassion, though. Slaps all over the place, humiliation, stupidity, abuse, and now brutally raped. Wow, my petti

Chapter 45.His hands were bound tightly, and his eyes wrapped in darkness. He felt the panic rising, each thump of his heart louder as he tried to make sense of where he was. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his breathing quickened behind the tape over his mouth. He could tell he was in a car, moving somewhere unknown.Silence hung in the air, thick and heavy, amplifying his fear. He tried to scream, to shout, to do anything, but the tape over his mouth muffled his cries. When the car finally came to a halt, his heartbeat spiked, and he felt hands grip his shoulders, pulling him out of the vehicle. Suddenly, someone yanked the fabric off his eyes, and he squinted as a harsh light blinded him momentarily.Someone was behind him, roughly pulling the ropes off his wrists. The tape ripped from his mouth, leaving his lips stinging. He gasped, coughing and sputtering, his voice hoarse. A water bottle appeared before him, and he fumbled with it, gulping down as much as he coul

Chapter 47.| Taehyung |Weeks rolled over from days. Nothing seemed to change. Lia stayed confined to the room, staring blankly out the window most of the day. Physically, she looked better—the swelling on her face had faded, her hair was growing back, and the bruises on her body were less noticeable. But mentally… I knew that could take years.Maybe a lifetime.I sat in my study, watching her through the hidden camera I’d set up. The chip I’d implanted could only track her location, but this camera gave me more insight. I’d spent the last thirty minutes just watching her stare out that window. It was unsettling.A knock on the door snapped me back to reality. I quickly closed the laptop and looked up to see Marco standing in the doorway. His face was tight with frustration.His face was clouded with tension, and I could see something was seriously wrong. Tristan had disappeared since that night, slipping out of reach, and I regretted not dealing with him when I had the chan

Chapter 49.|Lia |I opened my eyes to the now-familiar ceiling, my hand weighed down by yet another IV. I couldn't even remember how many injections they'd given me. Days blurred into each other, all of them spent in this room—just sitting in silence, staring at the walls, feeling the world pass by while I stayed still.It felt as though if I left the room, people would stare at me with their critical eyes; it having been so many days, I assumed everyone in the mansion knew what had happened.A strange fear had settled in, a sense that if I dared to step outside, everyone in the mansion would know. And if they knew, they'd look at me with that quiet pity, or worse, with judgment. I didn’t even know them well, yet the thought of seeing that kind of look in their eyes felt unbearable.I remember the conversation few days back what she told me. I wasn’t sure why it lingered, but it did. It echoed in my head every day, every time I caught my reflection in the window or a mirror.::Flas