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

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

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

Chapter 2

Chelsea dragged me away despite my protests.It wasn't until we returned to the office, with no one else around, that Chelsea let go of me and asked, "Why were you sitting with her for lunch? That woman's a lunatic!"Before, Chelsea suddenly acting meek and pulling me away had already left me baffled. Now, I was even more confused."Who is she? What's her deal? And what's yours?"Chelsea smiled."Cynthia, from HR. She's a bitter woman…"Cynthia, Chelsea explained, had been working in the HR department for many years, and had turned thirty-eight this year. She'd taken time off for marriage leave, maternity leave, postpartum depression, and working remotely.She had been out of the office for almost two straight years.She used to be a normal person, but ever since coming back, something had changed. Now, whenever she came across a female colleague, she always asked about their marital status.If she heard complaints, she beamed with joy and encouraged them to maintain the prese

Chapter 3

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.

Chapter 4

The tall man had just come to a stop when the short, stocky man beside me spoke up."Who the hell are you? What's this talk about you 'satisfying' her? Can't you see I'm already here? Get lost!"The tall man shifted his gaze from me to the short, stocky man with a look of disdain."Me? Leave? Didn't you hear this beauty screaming for help? She's clearly disgusted by you. She doesn't want anything to do with you. Just get lost already!"With that, the tall man reached out to grab me. The short, stocky man smacked the tall man's hand away and took a step forward, blocking me."Don't touch her! She's mine—stay away!"The tall man laughed."That matchmaking flyer said she's single, urgently looking for a partner, and that the first to succeed gets her. Have you succeeded? Has she picked you? No? Then get out of the way—she's mine now!"The tall man raised a hand and slapped the short, stocky man across the face before giving him a shove.The short man staggered back, knocked off b

Chapter 5

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

Chapter 6

It was my mom's number! On the other end of the line, my mom's weak voice came through."Yes... I'm sorry... I'm sorry… My husband abused me. I couldn't take it, so I divorced him… It might have influenced my daughter... I'm sorry..."My mind went blank, and I immediately exploded. I turned around, raised my hand, and slammed the phone into Cynthia's face.Cynthia staggered backward with a shocked gasp. She covered her face and glared at me."You worthless piece of shit! Do you have a death wish…?"She hadn't finished cursing.I charged at her, grabbed her by the neck, and silenced her with my hand. With my other hand, I used the phone like a hammer, smashing it into her mouth, nose, and eyes.I did it again and again."You dare insult my mom and bring her into this! I'll kill you!"I shook uncontrollably, putting all my strength into each hit.Cynthia's screams grew louder, and the wounds on her face were starting to bleed. Her eyes filled with terror.Blood was frothing fr

Chapter 7

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

Chapter 8

With my arm wrapped over Cynthia's shoulder, I pushed her forward. I nudged her hand, causing it to hit her mother-in-law's face."You old hag, must she slap you before you apologize?" I demanded.Before I could finish, Cynthia's husband made a move. He slapped Cynthia hard across the face and then pushed her away.Cynthia took the slap heavily, her face filled with shock.She raised her hand to her face, pushing me away, her expression a mix of shock, resentment, and realization.She looked at her husband."No, it wasn't me who called her…""You're hitting a woman?" I interrupted quickly. "How dare you hit a woman! What kind of man are you? You're nothing but a bastard! This marriage can't go on, it's over!" Shouting, I moved closer to Cynthia and shoved her hard in the back.Cynthia let out a cry and staggered, falling toward her mother-in-law, and pushing her as a result. Her husband quickly grabbed her.Her mother-in-law, who had just been lightly pushed, immediately grabb

Chapter 9

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

Chapter 10

With a mix of new and old injuries, Cynthia eventually agreed to the divorce. Her child, still young, stayed with her.But during her postpartum recovery, she didn't take care of herself and developed lasting health issues.On top of that, the recent abuse took its toll.Once the divorce was finalized, the tension in her life eased, and she immediately fell ill. She had the child to care for, and she herself needed someone to take care of her.She could only rely on money to resolve the situation.The half of the money she received from the divorce was quickly spent. Unable to work, even working from home was no longer an option. She had no income and was slowly sinking into poverty.Despite this, she returned to the company before fully recovering.But it wasn't a good choice.During her time at the company, she had become an enemy to too many people.Previously, no one fought back; they had simply avoided her. But I had exposed her malice towards me, and I had fought back.

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