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Reborn： I Sent My Cheating Ex and the Homewrecker to India's Red-Light District
Novelix
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Over the Memorial Day long weekend, the company organized a trip to India. The moment we landed, Vivi—my boyfriend Damien's little assistant—insisted on visiting a temple. What she didn't know was that this so-called temple was, in reality, a thinly disguised red-light district. Even boys who wandered inside were forced into sex. I was the only one who knew the truth, and yet I didn't stop them—I actually encouraged them to go looking for love. Because in my previous life, I'd told the boss about it. He'd torn into everyone, threatened to dock their bonuses, and forbidden Vivi and the others from leaving the hotel. Vivi snuck out in the middle of the night. She'd barely reached the temple gates before six men dragged her into an alley. By the time she was found, she was beyond saving. When my boyfriend heard, he was strangely unmoved. Said she'd brought it on herself. Then, the day before we were due to leave India, he stripped me bare and threw me onto a black bus. "You killed Vivi. It's your fault—you stopped me from going with her! If I'd been with her, none of this would've happened!" "You've got a wicked heart. You're the one who deserves to die!" Both my legs were broken, my uterus prolapsed. I died the same day I was taken to the hospital. My parents wanted to press charges, but he bought off my coworkers, who fabricated an alibi for him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Vivi wanted to go to the temple.
Chapters (2)
第1章
Over the Memorial Day long weekend, the company organized a trip to India.
The moment we landed, Vivi—my boyfriend Damien's little assistant—insisted on visiting a temple.
What she didn't know was that this so-called temple was, in reality, a thinly disguised red-light district.
Even boys who wandered inside were forced into sex.
I was the only one who knew the truth, and yet I didn't stop them—I actually encouraged them to go looking for love.
Because in my previous life, I'd told the boss about it.
He'd torn into everyone, threatened to dock their bonuses, and forbidden Vivi and the others from leaving the hotel.
Vivi snuck out in the middle of the night. She'd barely reached the temple gates before six men dragged her into an alley.
By the time she was found, she was beyond saving.
When my boyfriend heard, he was strangely unmoved. Said she'd brought it on herself.
Then, the day before we were due to leave India, he stripped me bare and threw me onto a black bus.
"You killed Vivi. It's your fault—you stopped me from going with her! If I'd been with her, none of this would've happened!"
"You've got a wicked heart. You're the one who deserves to die!"
Both my legs were broken, my uterus prolapsed. I died the same day I was taken to the hospital.
My parents wanted to press charges, but he bought off my coworkers, who fabricated an alibi for him.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Vivi wanted to go to the temple.
...
"Selene, Indian temples are World Heritage sites. There's no way a place like that is as sketchy as you're making it out to be."
Every one of my coworkers had already changed clothes and was ready to head out—until I blocked the doorway.
Damien felt I'd embarrassed him. He jabbed a finger in my face. "I think you're just jealous of me and Vivi, so you made up some rapist bullshit to scare everybody!"
The others chimed right in.
"Yeah, seriously. The Indian people we've met these past few days have all been perfectly nice. Nothing like what she's describing—like they're panting to jump anyone with a pulse."
"I think she's just jealous. Scared Damien'll go to the temple, propose to Vivi, and dump her."
"Honestly, Selene, have you actually been to one of those places yourself? Otherwise, how would you know so much?"
Hearing them, my whole heart went cold.
India was infamous for a reason.
In this country, a sexual assault happens every three minutes, a woman is raped every twenty-two minutes, and a girl gets an abortion every hour.
The company had shelled out for a premium organized tour.
We were staying at luxury hotels, our guide was a well-educated graduate, and every stop was on the official itinerary.
So as the trip went on, everyone decided India wasn't nearly as bad as the internet made it seem.
Damien's little assistant Vivi had read online that a certain temple here was famous for granting true love, and now, late at night, she was insisting on going.
I'd looked into it before we came. That so-called temple was really just a red-light district in disguise.
Forget women going after dark—men, even animals, weren't safe from what happened there.
In my previous life, I'd done everything to stop them. When they refused to listen, I'd gone to upper management.
My good intentions had cost me my life and destroyed my family.
"Everyone, stop giving Selene such a hard time."
Vivi stepped forward now, coming to my defense.
"Selene, I know you're worried about our safety. But don't be. My dad knew I was coming to India, so he arranged professional bodyguards for me. Nothing will happen."
"But if you're really that worried about Damien, then just let him stay here with you."
Officially, Vivi was Damien's intern. But from her very first day, word had spread that she was the daughter of the group's chairman.
The second Damien heard Vivi might leave him behind, he panicked—and slapped me across the face.
"If you don't want to broaden your horizons, don't drag me down with you!"
He turned right back to Vivi.
"Vivi, I'm going with you. It's late. I don't feel good about you going alone."
The others jumped in, teasing.
"Ohhh, worried, huh? Damien, are you worried about her safety, or are you worried Vivi'll find some other true love at the temple?"
"She's got all of us with her. Why's Damien the only one so worried?"
Not one of them cared that I was Damien's girlfriend. They just kept ribbing the two of them.
Vivi flushed.
"Come on, guys, don't tease me and Damien. If Selene gets upset, she might go tattle to Mr. Sinclair again."
At that, the whole room went silent.
Damien's eyes turned to me with pure disgust.
"Selene, how old are you? Running to the boss over every little thing. We're adults. If something happens, we'll deal with it ourselves."
That look on his face brought back the memory of being shoved onto the black bus.
A shudder ran through me. I quickly apologized.
"I've been watching too much TikTok. It's rotted my brain. I shouldn't have tried to stop you."
Damien gave me a satisfied glance and pulled out his phone to look up tips.
"The guide says the less you wear, the better your chances of meeting true love."
Immediately, the women went back to their rooms and slipped into miniskirts. The men changed into shorts.
Then, in high spirits, off they went.
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第2章
The group had just reached the elevators when they ran straight into Julian Sinclair, on his way back in.
One look at their outfits and where they were headed, and Julian's face went red with fury.
"In this country, a woman out after nine at night is considered fair game. Are you all so bored with your lives you're looking to lose them?"
"Wipe that makeup off. Change your clothes. Nobody is leaving this hotel tonight."
His tone was sharp, but Damien didn't take it seriously.
"Mr. Sinclair, don't you think you're overreacting? We're all adults. We can go wherever we want. You can't restrict our personal freedom."
Julian saw red.
"Fine. I can't control your freedom, but I can control your paychecks. Anyone who sneaks out tonight can kiss their bonus goodbye this month."
We were all salaried workers, and money hit where it hurt.
Several people made to head back, but a few stubborn ones held out.
"Mr. Sinclair, it was Vivi's idea. Maybe you should—"
"Enough."
Vivi stepped forward.
"Everyone, don't put Mr. Sinclair in an awkward spot. We won't go. Let's just go back to our rooms."
Once she said it, everyone finally shuffled off.
Once the show was over and I turned to leave, Julian caught my arm.
"Selene, you're the most reliable one in this bunch. Keep an eye on them for me, would you? Don't let them slip out at this hour. If this ends up on international news, our entire company takes the hit."
I told him I'd try, but they were adults—if they were determined, I couldn't hold them back.
The moment I got back to the room, Vivi and Damien were standing there with a few others.
One of them was asking Vivi, "Why didn't you just tell Mr. Sinclair you wanted to go? He'd never stop us if he knew—your dad's the chairman, after all."
A flicker of unease crossed Vivi's face, but she smoothed it out fast.
"We still have to give Uncle Sinclair his face in public. Besides, someone clearly ratted us out—once Mr. Sinclair got word, he couldn't just look the other way."
At that, every pair of eyes swung to me, since I'd just walked in.
My stomach dropped. I turned to bolt, but Damien was already there, grabbing me by the collar.
"Selene, you shameless bitch. First you tell us to go, then you run to tattle. And you promised him you'd keep us in line—what the hell is going on between you and Mr. Sinclair?"
Vivi poured oil on the fire.
"Selene, you're not trying to sleep your way up through Mr. Sinclair, are you? Damien's never done wrong by you. How can you treat him like this?"
That one sentence sent Damien over the edge.
He slapped me. Twice. Hard. Stars burst in my eyes; tears sprang loose from the sting.
I kept saying no, no, and pulled out my phone, telling him he could check for himself.
Damien snatched it and combed through it. Only when he saw I really had no contact with Julian outside of work did his face soften a little.
Vivi's face fell in disappointment.
"But I really wanted to see the temple. Damien, what do we do now?"
Damien thought for a few seconds, then used my phone to send Julian a message.
"If we want to go, we go. I just told him we've decided not to. We'll head out at midnight—by then, he'll be asleep."
The others thought it sounded like a great plan.
Someone posted it to the company group chat right there, asking who else was in.
The replies came fast. Most people were up for it.
I laughed silently. Nine p.m. was already dangerous—now they wanted to wait until midnight, God forbid the predators had gone home for the night.
A few hours later, they got ready to leave.
At the door, Vivi suddenly turned and looked at me.
"Damien, what if Selene rats on us? Maybe we should tie her up."
My face went pale. "That's really not necessary. I can give you my phone."
But Damien nodded.
Somehow they'd already found a length of rope. They bound my wrists and ankles.
After the last knot, Damien crouched down and warned me, "Selene, just hang tight. I'll be back soon."
"I know Indian women are dirty. I won't touch them."
Then, in front of everyone, he leaned in and kissed me.
Vivi's eyes practically shot flames.
I knew Damien wouldn't touch any Indian women.
But that didn't mean Indian men wouldn't touch him.
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