The Masseur’s Forbidden Touch - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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My thoughts drifted back twenty years, to when I was just a middle school girl with a hopeless crush on the most popular boy in class. Of course, he only had eyes for that quiet, mousy girl who barely spoke and flunked every test.
As class monitor and teacher's pet, I was top of the class—so naturally, I made sure that girl knew her place.
I humiliated her in front of everyone.
I stole her diary and pinned every embarrassing, lovesick confession to the class bulletin board.
She became the laughingstock of the school. Dropped out soon after.
But how was I supposed to know she'd lock herself in her room and swallow a bottle of pills?
I never laid a finger on her—it was just stupid teenage games!
When Alina saw my cold indifference, she lunged at me, slapping me over and over until the officers dragged her off.
"You still won't admit what you did!" she shrieked.
"You think because you never got your hands dirty, it wasn't bullying? All you had to do was whisper, and your little followers did the rest. You, Eleanor—perfect student, model class monitor—while your lackeys did all the real damage!"
"Your so-called friends locked me in the bathroom and drenched me with ice water in the dead of winter. They yanked my hair, called me a whore, took naked photos of me. And when I told the teachers? They protected you—their golden girl—and said I deserved it!"
Her beautiful face twisted with fury.
"Not one person stood up for me. Not one! So I swore I'd make you pay."
"You loved bragging about how much Adrian adored you, didn't you? Well, guess why he turned so cold after you married? Because I had him first—long before you ever touched him."
My whole body shook with rage.
"You vile, disgusting bitch!"
All those years of neglect, the emotional abuse—had Adrian been pining for Alina this whole time?
"You're pathetic," she sneered. "Always chasing men who don't want you. First that popular boy in school, now Adrian. Eleanor, you're smart, you had good grades, a decent career—but your taste in men is absolute trash."
My face burned with humiliation.
"But you didn't win either, did you? I called the police. You're going to prison—do you get that?"
Yet Alina didn't even flinch. She just exhaled slowly… and smiled.
She sat back down, calm as ever, and murmured,
"Your real punishment hasn't even started yet."
Then she fell silent.
I assumed she meant the public disgrace—losing my job, my reputation, everything.
And that's exactly what happened.
The scandal exploded online. My explicit photos went viral. My family found out. My parents were so ashamed they wound up in the hospital.
I ran between work and their bedside, completely drained.
Then the morning sickness hit—and I remembered the baby growing inside me.
A baby with no father.
Under normal circumstances, I would've gotten rid of it.
But as I touched my still-flat stomach, I hesitated.
Adrian was infertile. He'd trapped me in a childless marriage, wasting my best years.
Now I realized—this was Alina's doing too.
She knew how badly I wanted children.
So this time… I wavered.
If I aborted this baby, would I ever get another chance?
After Adrian, I didn't believe in marriage anyway.
Maybe… I should keep it.
Despite my parents' protests, I made my decision. I would have this child.
Around that time, the court verdict came in.
Alina got a year in prison. Adrian got six months.
It felt like the nightmare was finally over.
The scandal faded from the headlines.
The internet moved on to juicier gossip. My story? Just another forgotten drama.
Sometimes, lying in bed at night, I'd even think—
Alina schemed and schemed… and still wound up behind bars.
She lost in the end.
Didn't she?
As class monitor and teacher's pet, I was top of the class—so naturally, I made sure that girl knew her place.
I humiliated her in front of everyone.
I stole her diary and pinned every embarrassing, lovesick confession to the class bulletin board.
She became the laughingstock of the school. Dropped out soon after.
But how was I supposed to know she'd lock herself in her room and swallow a bottle of pills?
I never laid a finger on her—it was just stupid teenage games!
When Alina saw my cold indifference, she lunged at me, slapping me over and over until the officers dragged her off.
"You still won't admit what you did!" she shrieked.
"You think because you never got your hands dirty, it wasn't bullying? All you had to do was whisper, and your little followers did the rest. You, Eleanor—perfect student, model class monitor—while your lackeys did all the real damage!"
"Your so-called friends locked me in the bathroom and drenched me with ice water in the dead of winter. They yanked my hair, called me a whore, took naked photos of me. And when I told the teachers? They protected you—their golden girl—and said I deserved it!"
Her beautiful face twisted with fury.
"Not one person stood up for me. Not one! So I swore I'd make you pay."
"You loved bragging about how much Adrian adored you, didn't you? Well, guess why he turned so cold after you married? Because I had him first—long before you ever touched him."
My whole body shook with rage.
"You vile, disgusting bitch!"
All those years of neglect, the emotional abuse—had Adrian been pining for Alina this whole time?
"You're pathetic," she sneered. "Always chasing men who don't want you. First that popular boy in school, now Adrian. Eleanor, you're smart, you had good grades, a decent career—but your taste in men is absolute trash."
My face burned with humiliation.
"But you didn't win either, did you? I called the police. You're going to prison—do you get that?"
Yet Alina didn't even flinch. She just exhaled slowly… and smiled.
She sat back down, calm as ever, and murmured,
"Your real punishment hasn't even started yet."
Then she fell silent.
I assumed she meant the public disgrace—losing my job, my reputation, everything.
And that's exactly what happened.
The scandal exploded online. My explicit photos went viral. My family found out. My parents were so ashamed they wound up in the hospital.
I ran between work and their bedside, completely drained.
Then the morning sickness hit—and I remembered the baby growing inside me.
A baby with no father.
Under normal circumstances, I would've gotten rid of it.
But as I touched my still-flat stomach, I hesitated.
Adrian was infertile. He'd trapped me in a childless marriage, wasting my best years.
Now I realized—this was Alina's doing too.
She knew how badly I wanted children.
So this time… I wavered.
If I aborted this baby, would I ever get another chance?
After Adrian, I didn't believe in marriage anyway.
Maybe… I should keep it.
Despite my parents' protests, I made my decision. I would have this child.
Around that time, the court verdict came in.
Alina got a year in prison. Adrian got six months.
It felt like the nightmare was finally over.
The scandal faded from the headlines.
The internet moved on to juicier gossip. My story? Just another forgotten drama.
Sometimes, lying in bed at night, I'd even think—
Alina schemed and schemed… and still wound up behind bars.
She lost in the end.
Didn't she?
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