After my wife was sexually assaulted by her superior, she became averse to any physical contact with me, and I chose to divorce
Language: en
Late that night, my wife stumbled home, disheveled. Her stockings were shredded, her skirt barely clung to her waist, and her skin was a canvas of angry red marks. The moment she walked through the door, she rushed into the bathroom, desperate to scrub away the marks on her body. She scrubbed herself raw. I wanted to take her to the police. But after countless washes, there was no bodily fluid evidence left on her. The police ultimately refused to open a case, citing insufficient evidence. Rage consumed me. I stormed into her office and beat that bastard boss within an inch of his…