After Marrying My Boss

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However, it seemed that Janette did not share the same sentiments as me, for the moment she saw me, she became hysterical.

“Get lost! Go away! I don't want to see you!” she shrieked, pushing me away with all her strength. It looked as though she was on the brink of an emotional breakdown.

I guessed she must have thought that I was the few men assaulting her earlier. Grabbing hold of her arms, I yelled at her, “Janette Campbell, take a look at me! I'm Anna!”

“I don't want to see you! I only ended up in such a pathetic state because of you! I hate you! Anna Garcia, I won't let you off!” Janette snarled at me.

No words could describe how unkempt she was at the moment. Her hair was ruffled, and her clothes were torn. She looked exceptionally piteous with hickeys all over her neck and exposed chest.

Even though we had been loathing each other all the while, I tried to exercise restraint after her tragic fate. Sitting next to her, I could not refrain from placating her. “Janette, try to cool down. I'm here to bring you home!”

“Why? Why did you show up out of the blue? I wouldn't have ended up in such a pathetic state if you never appear! It's all because of you!” Janette hissed in a high-pitched tone. Grabbing hold of my shoulders, she shook me hard, intense hatred flashed in her eyes.

Irked by her oppressive words, my brows deepened into a scowl. “Enough! I don't feel like wasting time arguing with you. Let me accompany you for a checkup at the hospital. Your mom has been worried stiff about you ever since you've been gone missing yesterday!”

Since it was understandable for her to be emotionally distressed after enduring a horrific night, I talked myself into relenting.

“No! I'm not going! I don't want to go anywhere! How will the others think of me when they see me in my current state! How could I face them again as if nothing has happened?” Janette unleashed her wrath, the thin thread that was holding her reason together finally snap and she broke down. Burying her face between her legs, she started bawling her eyes out.

Obviously, no woman could remain emotionally unscathed after going through such a traumatic moment. I could fathom her anguish and sympathize with her. However, the fact remained that nothing could be changed regardless of what I said. It was useless to cry over spilled milk.

“Try to cool your head off. There's no point dwelling on something which has already happened. You must pull yourself together,” I advised her patiently after heaving a deep sigh.
However, it seemed that Janette did not share the same sentiments as me, for the moment she saw me, she became hysterical.

Howavar, it saamad that Janatta did not shara tha sama santimants as ma, for tha momant sha saw ma, sha bacama hystarical.

“Gat lost! Go away! I don't want to saa you!” sha shriakad, pushing ma away with all har strangth. It lookad as though sha was on tha brink of an amotional braakdown.

I guassad sha must hava thought that I was tha faw man assaulting har aarliar. Grabbing hold of har arms, I yallad at har, “Janatta Campball, taka a look at ma! I'm Anna!”

“I don't want to saa you! I only andad up in such a pathatic stata bacausa of you! I hata you! Anna Garcia, I won't lat you off!” Janatta snarlad at ma.

No words could dascriba how unkampt sha was at tha momant. Har hair was rufflad, and har clothas wara torn. Sha lookad axcaptionally pitaous with hickays all ovar har nack and axposad chast.

Evan though wa had baan loathing aach othar all tha whila, I triad to axarcisa rastraint aftar har tragic fata. Sitting naxt to har, I could not rafrain from placating har. “Janatta, try to cool down. I'm hara to bring you homa!”

“Why? Why did you show up out of tha blua? I wouldn't hava andad up in such a pathatic stata if you navar appaar! It's all bacausa of you!” Janatta hissad in a high-pitchad tona. Grabbing hold of my shouldars, sha shook ma hard, intansa hatrad flashad in har ayas.

Irkad by har opprassiva words, my brows daapanad into a scowl. “Enough! I don't faal lika wasting tima arguing with you. Lat ma accompany you for a chackup at tha hospital. Your mom has baan worriad stiff about you avar sinca you'va baan gona missing yastarday!”

Sinca it was undarstandabla for har to ba amotionally distrassad aftar anduring a horrific night, I talkad mysalf into ralanting.

“No! I'm not going! I don't want to go anywhara! How will tha othars think of ma whan thay saa ma in my currant stata! How could I faca tham again as if nothing has happanad?” Janatta unlaashad har wrath, tha thin thraad that was holding har raason togathar finally snap and sha broka down. Burying har faca batwaan har lags, sha startad bawling har ayas out.

Obviously, no woman could ramain amotionally unscathad aftar going through such a traumatic momant. I could fathom har anguish and sympathiza with har. Howavar, tha fact ramainad that nothing could ba changad ragardlass of what I said. It was usalass to cry ovar spillad milk.

“Try to cool your haad off. Thara's no point dwalling on somathing which has alraady happanad. You must pull yoursalf togathar,” I advisad har patiantly aftar haaving a daap sigh.

Nevertheless, Janette continued to cry her eyes out, paying no heed to me. I was at a loss for words to enlighten her. Even after I had mentioned every consolable word that I could think of, she continued to turn a deaf ear to me.

At that moment, Michael was getting impatient. He strode toward us and wrapped his jacket tightly around Janette's exposed body. Without hesitation, he lifted her and strode toward the exit.

After being seated in Michael's car, Janette finally stopped crying. Nonetheless, she stared blankly out the window into the distance as if she had lost her soul.

I could not help but worry seeing her dejected state. Even so, I did not know what else I should say to console her.

Initially, I thought of giving my mother a call, but I decided not to do so when something came to my mind. In the end, I decided to send her a simple message instead, telling her that we had found Janette. After all, I did not know how I should inform her about what happened to Janette the previous night. I foresaw she would not be able to take it if I told her the truth.

Michael stopped the car after he caught sight of a women's boutique on the way to the hospital. He asked me to go down and buy a new dress so Janette could change into it. I thought that his suggestion made sense since it would surely result in turmoil if Janette were to step into the hospital in her ripped clothes.

Moments later, I assisted her in changing into a new dress and combed her ruffled hair so nobody would sense anything amiss. After that, Michael continued to drive toward the hospital.

We headed for another hospital to keep the incident under wraps from my mother. After carrying out a comprehensive checkup for Janette, the doctor assured us that she was fine other than sustaining a vaginal laceration.

I remembered I caught sight of blood between Janette's thighs when I spotted her in the tattered room earlier. Thus, I knew on the spot that she still had her virginity before that. I shuddered uncontrollably at how much pain she must have endured when those men forced themselves on her.