All Chapters of Rip My Colleague Apart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

During lunch, an older female colleague asked me, "How old are you? Do you have a boyfriend? When are you planning to get married?"I shook my head."Twenty-seven, no boyfriend, and no plans to get married."She was momentarily stunned. "What are you talking about? How can a woman not marry?" she asked.I smiled without responding.Realizing I wasn't joking, her expression darkened. "Did you work as a escort and get caught? Is that why no man wants you?"Now it was my turn to freeze."W-What did you say?"She sneered coldly and looked at me disdainfully. "I said you were a escort and got caught, so no one wants you! Ha! Saying you don't plan to get married? What woman your age doesn't get married? There's definitely something wrong with you—unwanted, unable to marry, so you're pretending it's by choice!"Halfway through her rant, she picked up her lunchbox and moved to a seat farther away from me."Who knows what diseases you're carrying!" she continued from a distance. "Go

He held up the contraceptives and moved closer as if he was about to embrace me. I panicked, ducked down to avoid him, and swung my bag to knock his hand away."Stop right there! Don't come any closer, or I'll call the police!" I shouted.The man chuckled."Call the police for what? Aren't you just a desperate spinster? I'm doing you a favor for free. Stop pretending. Just open the door already..."As he spoke, he puckered his lips and leaned in to kiss me. I ducked again and swung my bag at his face. Perhaps because he was fat and padded with flesh, the impact didn't faze him at all. He only paused for a moment before reaching out to grab me.I hadn't expected that my full-force swing would have no effect.Before I could react, he had caught hold of my hair. With a yank, he slammed me against the wall.The motion looked casual, but the dull thud echoed loudly as my head smacked against the wall. Pain shot through me instantly, leaving me weak and disoriented. My heart sank.

As a member of HR at my company, Cynthia had access to all my personal information. This vile woman had used my details to orchestrate such a heinous act.When the police found out Cynthia was behind it, they summoned her to the station.As soon as she arrived and saw me, Cynthia's face lit up with delight. But when she learned I hadn't been assaulted, her joy vanished in an instant."Useless scum!" she muttered under her breath. "They claimed to be so tough and aggressive, saying they had violent tendencies in that area… Yet they couldn't even handle her!"I was seething with rage, unable to control myself. I slapped Cynthia hard across her face."You're out of your fucking mind!" I shouted.That night, the young couple downstairs hadn't been home. Only after the police arrived did lights start turning on in the complex, and residents cautiously peeked out.My cries for help had been futile.Had the tall man not appeared, leading to the argument and fight between my two assail

Domestic violence and bullying—they were the same, just expressed differently to belittle the victim's awful experience. It was very effective at concealing the dangers of such behavior.Last night, Cynthia had tried to force me into a position where I'd choose death, but in the end, she didn't have to take any responsibility.She could do that.So could I.I recalled that her family wasn't exactly harmonious. She had bullied us at work to distract herself from her own bad situation at home, and again had used 'bullying' as a way to diminish what she'd just had done to me.In that case, I'd use the way police dismissed domestic violence as my way out too.-The next day, Cynthia still came to work. I'd hurt her. The corner of her eye, her lips—both were injured, and her face had a large bruise. The wounds were covered in scabsI didn't bother her the entire day.During her lunch break, I went to the HR department.That evening, after work, she took a taxi home. I called for

As for me, I was merely the kind-hearted junior at the company who couldn't stand seeing the misfortune of a superior's life and stepped in to help. I had only good intentions.After we were released, I was filled with indignation.With a hand on Cynthia's bruised face, I fiercely glared at Cynthia's husband and mother-in-law."Cynthia, divorce this piece of shit; he's not worthy of you!"Inside the police station, Cynthia had already explained to her husband and mother-in-law that she hadn't instructed me to yell at them.But out of nowhere, a colleague had meddled in family matters and was so righteous. This overzealousness didn't make sense.On the surface, the only explanation seemed to be that Cynthia had given me the instructions to do so.She had every chance to explain that my involvement wasn't out of kindness but revenge. However, she couldn't bring herself to talk about the shady things she had done to hurt me because of her own unhappy marriage.So, in her husband's