Years ago, probably 18 years ago, I was on a work night out and a much older, married guy sexually assaulted me. It was blatant and deliberate sexual assault not like I fancied him or anything like that. I was very young and trusting l, thought I was amongst friends and he was simply being a letcherous perv.
I didn't take it any further because we'd all had a few drinks, he apologised profusely afterwards and then again at work and asked me not to. I felt sick about the whole thing so I left it and just stayed out of his way. There was a culture of the workplace at that time was creepy guys and affairs so I didn't feel I'd be taken seriously anyway.
I moved on to another building/department and never saw him again.
I found out that he died recently, people were doing a collection and going on about what a great man he was, a loving husband and father. I was asked to contribute as one of the ones who had worked with him.
I didn't say anything but ok sure my face looked disgusted.