My Cheating Husband Accused Me of Cheating

Chapter 1

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My husband, Blake, dragged me to the tribunal.

If convicted, I'd lose everything, face ten years in prison, and never be able to interfere with Blake and his beloved, Seraphina.

Blake, on the other hand, would get all my assets and move in with Seraphina.

If acquitted, Blake would be plagued by misfortune and disfigured.

Seraphina would be permanently sterilized and forced to pay me millions in emotional damages.

And I would receive a multi-million dollar settlement, plus the right to terminate our marriage contract.

My relatives and friends all urged me to apologize to Blake, simply because, in their eyes, he had always been devoted and deeply in love with me—never the type to cheat.

They had no idea that in my past life, I walked in on my husband and Seraphina having an affair, and they killed me for it.

This time, I was going to make those two pay a hefty price!

Even before I entered the tribunal, videos had already surfaced online, painting me as an abusive, selfish monster towards Blake.

The so-called vigilantes online dug up my name and address, sending me threatening letters and harassing packages. They even bombarded my company with nasty phone calls, full of curses and venom, questioning how a woman like me could be so vicious, demanding why I even deserved to be married.

My colleagues were dragged into it too. After work, they were attacked by a mob of haters, and a few ended up in the hospital with injuries.

Under immense public pressure, Ms. Davis, my boss, had no choice but to fire me.

But this job was something I had worked tirelessly for years to get, poured my heart and soul into. My closest friends knew how much it meant to me.

And all of this was orchestrated by Blake, my husband of three years.

Because in this world, divorce isn't easy.

I arrived at the tribunal as scheduled. At the entrance, I ran straight into Blake. He visibly flinched when he saw me.

Blake probably hadn't expected me to actually show up.

Three years of marriage, two years of dating – that was enough time to know a person. Blake was certain I wouldn't appear. He knew I loved him, he knew I was a coward when it came to pain. He was sure I'd never show up.

At least, in my past life, even with all the online bullying and immense stress, I never once appeared in court.

That's right, I'd been reborn. In my past life, after I caught Blake and Seraphina in their secret affair, Seraphina directly knocked me out with a blunt object. I lay in a pool of my own blood, weakly reaching out for Blake to save me.

But Blake turned, pulled out a weapon, and killed me. Then he fabricated the story that I couldn't handle the public backlash and fled the country.

Blake and Seraphina then smoothly moved in together, stealing everything from me. My parents searched for me endlessly but to no avail. Then, on a stormy night, they died in a tragic accident.

It was only after I died that I learned Seraphina, Blake's so-called friend, was actually the love of his life. They'd been having an affair for ages, plotting how to get rid of me.

The public outcry was just the beginning. They acted so early only because I had stumbled upon them. My presence messed up every step of their elaborate plan.

After all, in this world, the penalty for cheating is incredibly severe.

Reborn, I wouldn't be stupid enough to trust Blake again.