After I was Framed, Everyone Regretted

Some people in the class group always loved to show off their wealth.

Today they flaunted their designer bags, tomorrow they boasted about their travel destinations and the day after that, they bragged about buying and renovating a house.

I usually didn't participate in any of this. Until one day, someone tagged me in the group and insisted that I take a photo of my car.

[Everyone else has shared their cars. Don't worry; even if you drive an electric bike, no one will laugh at you.]

I casually took a picture of my Maybach and posted it in the group.

After that, I was busy all afternoon finalizing a significant multinational contract. When I picked up my phone, a sudden series of vibrations startled me. My classmates were continuously tagging me in the group.

[Azura, how could you seduce Calista's boyfriend! How shameless can you be?]

Thousands of insults flooded in, too harsh to bear. I scrolled back and saw Calista had posted a photo of herself kissing a man in front of a car—both the model and license plate were identical to mine.

Upon closer inspection, the man holding her was none other than my husband, who was also a son-in-law who lived in my house.

[Calista just posted a photo of herself and her boyfriend showing off in that car last week. You posted about that same car being yours today—how shameless can you be!]

[You used to be a top student accepted into Qingbei without exams, yet you’ve turned into this! All that education wasted!]

[Azura, you’re just a rat in the gutter! Always quiet in the group, but secretly jealous of Calista being pampered by her boyfriend and flaunting her luxury brands. You deliberately chose her birthday to be spiteful, didn’t you?]

[Yeah! Calista is having a birthday party at the most luxurious hotel in the city, hosted by her CEO boyfriend. What do you have?”

“You weren’t even invited! Haha!]

As I scrolled through the messages, the insults and mockery in the group kept refreshing nonstop.

Looking at the notes, they were all people who liked to compare and show off in the group.

Just then, a person with a polished socialite avatar, ID'd as Calista Vesper, spoke up.

[Azura, while I don’t know what your intentions were in posting a photo of my boyfriend's car, since we’re all old classmates, I don’t want things to get too awkward. You’re invited to my party.]

She shared the location and it turned out to be my family's hotel.

[Calista's boyfriend is the president of Huachen Group—there’s no way you can compare to that! Let me show you how perfect they are together!]

Someone uploaded a video.

Calista looked stunning, dressed in a feathered gown, smiling like a wealthy lady. The man holding her hand tightly, was indeed Orson, my husband of five years. Their bodies intimately close.

The custom-tailored suit he wore was bought by me.

The Patek Philippe watch on his wrist was a gift from me.

Even the gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose were chosen by me when I took him to get fitted.

This morning before leaving, Orson hugged my waist like a little puppy, pleading with me to come home early tonight to enjoy the ginseng and matsutake chicken soup he had prepared for me.

He knew perfectly well that, as a rule, I always held a celebration dinner with the company staff on the night a contract was signed and I wouldn’t be back until at least midnight.

I clicked on Orson's profile and sent him a message. [Where are you?]

He replied almost instantly, [Out to buy some bird’s nest. You’ve been working hard on the project lately and I want to take good care of you.]

He even added a cartoon sticker saying "Love you."

Everything seemed just like usual.

I maintained a blank expression and pressed the video call invitation.