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I figured Michelle wasn’t sure if I knew
the truth, so she was playing magnanimous
to minimize her losses.
But apparently, Michelle’s performance
wasn’t over yet.
“You may be a sc*mbag, but I don’t
blame you. I took you to court just to warn
other women to love themselves better. A
man’s heart can change in the blink of an
Man’s heart can change in the blink of an
eye. Eric, I’m willing to let bygones be
bygones. I just hope you’ll use your time
inside to become a better person. Let’s part ways peacefully.”
It was such a gracious act. If I hadn’t lived through last lifetime’s tragedy, I’d have fallen for Michelle’s Oscar–worthy
performance just like everyone else.
“Part ways peacefully? Keep dreaming.” My cold response made Michelle appear even more wounded.
“We were husband and wife. Doesn’t that count for anything? I just don’t want you to make the same mistakes again. Please confess. I can’t bear to relive those painful memories anymore. Every time I think about it, it hurts so much. I didn’t do anything wrong, so why am I the one suffering?”
I had to hand it to Michelle. Her
manipulation skills were top–notch. The
crowd that had been angry with her
moments ago now stood firmly on her side, hurling accusations at me.
“Sure, Michelle made mistakes before,
but be honest with yourself. Aren’t you guilty too?”
“She forgave you for hitting her, and you repay her by cheating? You’re worse than an animal!”
I became public enemy number one again.
“Don’t judge a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes,” I thought to
myself.
I looked at the judge, signaling him to
continue.
I wasn’t about to waste any more.
energy on these idiots.
The memories came flooding back.
In my previous life, by this time, I had
already been sentenced with no way out. I
had begged countless times just for one chance to say goodbye to Michelle at
home.
Perhaps Michelle never expected me to return. When I opened the door, I was met
opened
was met
with the sounds of someone else in the
bedroom with her, the noises rising and
falling enough to make anyone blush.
I froze in place, paralyzed, unable to
move forward or open the bedroom door.
Then I heard Harris‘ voice from inside.
“You’re a genius. Coming up with such a brilliant plan! That idiot Eric will never figure out he was drugged and set up with the escort we arranged.”
Michelle laughed smugly. “That fool actually believed he’d gotten drunk and cheated on me. He confessed right away. If he had worn the Judgment Helmet, we
would’ve been done for. Now that he’s
locked up, everything he owns is ours!”
Outside the door, my blood was boiling.
But just as I was about to burst in, the corrections officers grabbed me from
behind.
“You’ve already confessed. There’s no chance for appeal. Time’s up! You need to
come with us.”
Everyone present knew I’d been set un
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App Vryone present knew I’d been set up, but the verdict was final. With no other
choice, I gritted my teeth and accepted my
fate.
In prison, I was bullied, beaten, starved,
even forced to eat feces…
Prison has a hierarchy, and being
labeled a cheater put me at the bottom. As
an office worker, I was no match for the
hardened criminals.
By the time news of Michelle and Harris‘
wedding reached me, I was beaten bloody.
In my final moments, I clutched our photo
until death.
The memories faded to black.
The revelation left everyone stunned.
[Was I seeing things wrong? Why was
I
this memory from the future? Had the memory manipulation glitched?]
[See, I told you this trial was rigged! We
demand a retrial!]
I never intended to hide the fact that I
was a time traveler.
As they removed the Judgment Helmet
App
from my head, I faced the cameras and
spoke with conviction.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but I really
did reborn. I just wanted to uncover the
truth. If you don’t believe me, you can bring
in the highest authorities to verify it.”
In this world, time travel and
reincarnation had become commonplace,
but people refused to believe my reason for coming back. They couldn’t accept that Michelle was capable of such things, not the Michelle they knew. Michelle played her part perfectly. While I was at work, she went around playing the role of the perfect wife
and mother.
Michelle was even a famous influencer, posting videos of herself doing housework
and cooking.
Only the housekeeper and I knew the truth that Michelle just staged a few shots for the camera while the housekeeper did
all the actual work.
I’d brushed it off as just another social media stunt back then, not realizing she’d been laving the groundwork for today’s trial
all along.
The judge glanced at me, nodding to
the bailiff.
But the live comments kept flooding the
screen relentlessly.
[How do we know you’re not all in
cahoots? All of Michelle’s videos showed
how much she loved her husband. There’s
no way she’d cheat!]
[Whatever the outcome, we won’t
believe it anyway.]
[You paid trolls supporting Michelle are such terrible actors! After all Eric’s suffering
and tragic death, he finally gets a chance to be reborn, and you’re still doubting him?]
[That’s right, paid trolls get lost!]
After the expert arrived and examined
me with specialized equipment, they
announced their verdict.
“The reborn is confirmed to be genuine.”
