At that moment, even though my heart was already shattered beyond repair, I felt another sharp pang of pain.
A tear of bitter self-mockery slipped down my face.
Just then, in the lower right corner of the screen, a notification popped up from an open chat window.
A message.
And in that instant, I knew—this nightmare was far from over.
A message notification popped up—a stranger had sent a video. Moments later, Sean transferred five million yuan without hesitation.
The other party responded: "Don’t worry, Mr. Hoffman. My brothers and I will never mention that you were the one who ordered us to violate your sister-in-law."
"Good. You handled it well. If you ever need anything, reach out to me."
Tears streamed down my face.
So this was the man I had loved for five years—the man who had personally thrown me into hell.
I forced myself to take deep breaths, steadying my shaking fingers before I dared to open the video.
On the screen, the entire horrifying ordeal played out—the nightmare of being violated by those monsters, recorded in excruciating detail.
Back then, I had endured the agony, biting my lips until they bled, believing I was saving Sean’s life.