Reborn After the Scandal Clip

Zachary shoved his phone in my face. Fuming, he slapped me.

"Julie, I can't believe you made up a lie to stay out just to sleep with seven men! How did I never see what a shameless slut you are?"

The last trace of sleep left my body as soon as I heard those familiar words from my previous life. "There's no way…"

"No way? Look at it yourself! The videos are all over the internet! The company's stock is plummeting because of you!"

A chill ran down my spine as the same footage from my previous life played before my eyes. The comments were just as vicious.

"Look at this CEO's wife go, screwing seven men at once. She's young and wild, alright."

"There must be a reason she was so thirsty. Maybe her husband couldn't get it up?"

"Judging from her loud moans, it doesn't look like seven men was enough to satisfy her. I can do better than them. I'll give it to her so good that she'll roll her eyes and can't even make a sound."

"You'd want a woman like that? You're asking to get infected."

The more I read, the colder I felt.

Some of them had doxxed me, leaking my personal information and my family's address. Others turned my photos into reaction images and spread them.

My body shivered as I read the malicious comments.

This didn't make any sense. I was home all night with my parents, so where did this video come from? I was confident I never stepped out once.

Just like in my previous life, Zachary wouldn't believe a single word coming out of my mouth. My heart twisted with pain as I thought about our seven years of marriage.

My parents had gone to work, so they couldn't vouch for me. In the end, I turned to the police.

The officers brought us to the hotel and retrieved the surveillance footage. To my dismay, the investigation result was the same as in my previous life.

The camera clearly captured me walking into the hotel. Although the woman wore a mask, she did remove it briefly during check-in and had a face uncannily similar to mine.

Later, seven men entered my hotel room one after another, all of whom were welcomed by me. At one point, while engaging in such indecent acts, I went to get the door for one of the men in my birthday suit.

After some verifications, the officer confirmed that both the surveillance footage and the videos online were unaltered, with no signs of a deepfake.

Zachary slammed the table in a fit of rage. "I can't believe my wife of seven years is a whore!" he bellowed. "Julie, I gave you my heart—my everything—and this is how you reciprocate my love?"

I bit my lip hard, trying to recall every little detail in both the current and previous lives. As long as I could pinpoint an inconsistency, maybe I had a way to get out of this doomed fate.

Out of nervousness, I had been subconsciously gripping my arm. When I finally let go, a red mark remained.

In that instant, a thought hit me, and I gasped.