“Don’t worry,” Mark continued. “Once Lisa’s
in the water, we’ll lock her in the shark cage.
Teach her a lesson.”
“But… what if she dies?”
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“Even better. One less problem. We’ll say she
went diving alone, had an accident.”
“Too bad we can’t see the stars tonight.
They’re supposed to be amazing.”
“Don’t worry, Sarah. Once this is over, I’ll take
you on a *real* stargazing dive.”
The video ended.
Chloe Henderson stepped forward,
corroborating Ashley’s statement.
“Lisa wasn’t even in the equipment room that
day! That video of her… it’s fake! Mark must
have doctored it!”
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The room buzzed with disbelief.
I watched Mark and Sarah’s faces drain of
color. A wave of satisfaction washed over
- me.
The moment I’d woken up in this new life, I’d checked their dive gear. It was intact.
So, I’d planted a hidden camera in the
equipment room.
It had paid off.
Ashley, ignoring the reporters‘ clamoring questions, presented the next piece of
evidence.
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The unedited version of Sarah’s “assault”
video.
It began with Sarah insulting me, taunting me, deliberately provoking me until I slapped her.
Then, the feigned collapse, the tearful pleas.
Finally, the video showed Sarah’s true colors, her voice cold and menacing.
“Lisa, you better leave Mark alone. Or you’ll regret it.”
Where was the fear? The helplessness?
How did I get this video? Money talks.
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Sarah’s “friend” had happily accepted my
offer of $500,000 for the original footage.
Mark and Sarah sat stunned, their faces
ashen.
The two videos were enough to clear my
name. But Ashley wasn’t finished.
She would make them suffer, just as I had.
She would make them pariahs.
She played the final video. Footage from my
living room.
I’d been testing a prototype hidden camera
for a friend’s company.
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I’d installed it in my living room, then
promptly forgotten about it, distracted by the
escalating drama with Mark and Sarah.
After my rebirth, I’d remembered, and
checked the footage.
It had been a goldmine.
The video showed Mark and Sarah, entangled
on my couch.
Afterwards, Sarah nestled against Mark, her
voice seductive.
“Mark, when are you going to divorce her? I’m
tired of being your… secret.”
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Mark took a drag from his cigarette.
“I’m not divorcing her.”
Sarah bristled, but before she could protest, Mark continued.
“I love you, Sarah. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you as my mistress.”
“But Lisa and I have a prenup. If we divorce, I get nothing.”
“And even if I did, I don’t want half. I want it all.”
“So… what are you going to do?”
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Mark’s smile was chilling.
“What do you think? I’m going to make sure
she… disappears.”
“She’s the last of her family. If she dies…
everything goes to me.”
Sarah’s eyes widened in horror.
But the horror quickly faded, replaced by
greed.
They discussed their plan, their voices cold and calculating.
- 9.
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The press room was silent, then erupted in a
cacophony of gasps and murmurs.
Mark and Sarah faced not only criminal
charges but the wrath of a betrayed public.
Nobody likes being played for a fool.
The “Attempted Murder Wife” story became
the “Framed Wife Revenge” saga, trending for
weeks.
【They used us! Lock them up! Throw away
the key!)
[Such a sick, twisted plan! Karma’s a
bitch!]
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[Never marry a gold digger! Ladies,
beware!]
【May they rot in hell!]
Tears streamed down my face, tears of relief,
of vindication.
The tension that had gripped me for so long
finally released.
Ashley secured a ten–year sentence for Mark
on charges of assault, conspiracy, and
defamation.
Sarah received five years for conspiracy and
defamation.
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they would carry the stigma, the public
shame, just as I had.
Their names, forever linked to this scandal.
After the divorce was finalized, I visited Mark in prison.
He was a shadow of his former self, pale, hollow–eyed, a bruise blooming on his cheekbone.
Prison life clearly wasn’t treating him kindly.
I picked up the phone, my voice calm.
“Mark, any regrets?”
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He glared at me, his eyes filled with hatred.
“Regrets? I regret not killing you when I had
the chance!”
I chuckled, a dry, humorless sound.
“Too bad there are no do–overs. You’ll have
plenty of time to think about your choices.”
His face contorted, his voice a guttural snarl.
“You… you had cameras in our house!
Spying on us!”
“You knew about me and Sarah! You were
just waiting… waiting to get revenge!”
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“You’re a monster, Lisa! You’ll get what’s
coming to you!”
He assumed the cameras had revealed his
affair, that my revenge had been
premeditated.
I wasn’t about to disabuse him of that notion.
I smiled, looking at the broken man before
- me.
“Mark, who’s getting what’s coming to them right now?”
“What goes around comes around. This is
your karma.”
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“Don’t worry, for old times‘ sake, I’ll make
sure you’re… comfortable. I’ll pull some
strings.”
“Just… try to survive. You never know, you might get a chance for revenge someday.”
I laughed, a harsh, triumphant sound, and walked away.
As if I would let him walk free, unscathed.
His past life hell would be his present life reality.
I met Ashley for dinner.
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“Lisa, I wanted to go for attempted murder.
But the judge wouldn’t allow it.”
“It’s okay, Ash. This is enough.”
“Ten years isn’t long enough. But I’ll make
sure every single day is a living hell for him.”
Ashley studied me, her expression thoughtful.
“Lisa, you’ve changed.”
I sighed.
How could I not? Betrayal and death had a
way of altering a person.
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“Maybe I have.”
Ashley reached across the table, taking my
hand.
“I know this has been hard. But it’s over now.”
“We have a whole life ahead of us. Things will get better.”
I squeezed her hand, a genuine smile finally
reaching my eyes.
“Yes, they will.”
/TL
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Ashley reached across the table, taking my
hand.
“I know this has been hard. But it’s over now.”
“We have a whole life ahead of us. Things will get better.”
I squeezed her hand, a genuine smile finally
reaching my eyes.
“Yes, they will.”
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