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The Framed Wife's Reckoning

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 544    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

e first, a sharp, acrid scent that

. I wasn't in a prison cell. I wasn't bleeding out on a

ndo I bought with my own money

en. "Jen! Jennifer, get out here

ce, thick with manufactured panic, was

floor. My body felt light, young, and whole. The years of pr

ne in the other, still recording a TikTok dance. On the stove, the electric ket

ed, finally putting her phone down. "It could have burned

ught the wrong bread. The overflowing sink was my fault because I must have clogged it. It was never her fault, never her respons

I said, my voice eerily

my quick surrender. "Wel

betic medication from our neighbor, Mrs. Gable. Today was

n't my first

ping choices. Then, she glanced at the clock. "I'm just ste

ulling out my pho

t she wouldn't notice me, my phone already recording. I saw her pause at Mrs. Gable's

ht her muttering under her breath, "Serves her right, sp

rge purse and walked back towards

i, and created a new, anonymous Facebook account. I uploaded the video to the condo comm

ack to my con

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“The acrid smell of burning plastic dragged me awake, a familiar chaos brewing in my own home. My monster-in-law, Carol, was mid-TikTok dance in the kitchen, casually setting fire to a kettle, already spewing her usual blame. But my heart hammered for an entirely different reason. Just moments ago, I was in a prison cell, rotting, after she and my spineless husband, Matthew, framed me for a crime I didn' t commit. I spent years paying for their lies, my body broken, my life ruined, watching as Matthew chose his toxic mother over me every single time. Every petty accusation, every malicious lie, he was always her loyal soldier, ready to throw me under the bus. How could one woman's viciousness, enabled by her own son, shatter an entire life? How could he stand by and watch me lose everything, all for his 'sainted' mother? Then, I jolted awake, not in a dingy prison, but in my bed, years of torment erased. This wasn't my first life anymore. This time, I' m not just the victim, I' m the architect of their downfall. And my revenge has just begun.”
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