Framed as the Cheating Wife

I had been married to my husband for 27 years, but the love between us had faded long ago. Even our children could see it, and they were the ones who tried to persuade me to get a divorce.

"Mom, you and Dad are still young. You still have time to pursue your own life."

"Yeah, Mom. You shouldn't force yourself to live like this anymore. We'd support you if you got divorced."

With their encouragement, my husband and I finally ended our marriage.

My daughter even helped introduce me to someone new. Not long after the divorce, I began a new relationship.

But just as I was preparing to remarry, my ex-husband suddenly sued me. He accused me of cheating during our marriage.

My own children appeared in court and testified against me. They confirmed his accusations.

No matter how hard I tried to explain, no one believed me. In the end, I walked away from the divorce with nothing. My new boyfriend and I were dragged through the mud online.

[You shameless old woman. One foot in the grave and you're still chasing another man!]

[At your age, you’re still getting divorced? Hope you and your little side piece stay together.]

A few self-righteous, extremist internet vigilantes broke into my home. They tied my boyfriend and me to a bed, poured gasoline over us, and set us on fire.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my children first tried to convince me to get a divorce.

"Mom, you and Dad are still young. You still have time to pursue your own life."

"Yeah, Mom. You shouldn't force yourself to live like this anymore. We'd support you if you got divorced."

The voices of my son, Clark Smith, and my daughter, Melody Smith, rose in perfect unison.

At that moment, I realized I had been given a second chance at life.

In my previous life, I had been deeply moved by how understanding and supportive they seemed. In the end, I went with my husband of twenty-seven years, Timothy Smith, to file for divorce.

My daughter quickly played matchmaker, introducing me to George Carter, a gentle and refined man.

We hit it off immediately, and our connection grew fast.

But just as I was brimming with joy, ready to register our marriage, a court summons arrived out of nowhere. It caught me completely off guard.

Timothy had sued me. He accused me of cheating during our marriage.

On the day of the hearing, the same children who had encouraged me to pursue my happiness walked into the courtroom. They painted me as unfaithful and disloyal, leaving no room for defense.

No matter how hard I tried to explain, no one believed me. In the end, I walked away from the divorce with nothing. I was forced out of the home I had spent half my life building.

George and I were labeled adulterers. People cursed us everywhere.

A few self-righteous, extremist internet