I struggled against my restraints, wanting to charge at Diana to see how heartless she really was, only to have the police officer pull me back and snap, "You're at the station right now! You'd better behave yourself!"

Diana threw a fit on the ground and pulled up her sleeves, revealing frightening bruises all over her arms.

I had never laid a hand on her, though!

Diana sprawled on the ground, yelling, "You have to help me, officers! He's lying through his teeth! Do you see my bruises? You have to know that just because there are no bodily fluids doesn't mean there wasn't an attempt—he clearly didn't succeed at it!

"You have to check him out, officers! He recently invited me to a hotel, which I promptly refused! You can check his booking history if you don't believe me! He even got accepted to become one of our nation's pilots! How can someone like him represent the country? Have him arrested!"

I was shaking all over with rage when I heard it. "You're clearly lying! I never asked you to go to a hotel! You caused those injuries yourself. How is any of that my fault?"

I charged at her, trying to pull up her sleeves to check if the injuries were real, only for the police officers to tackle me to the floor since they thought I was trying to attack her. "You'd better settle down this instant! You've got a lot of nerve trying to get violent here! You're truly lawless!"

"I didn't do it!"

"Get him out of here—bring him to the interrogation room and question him separately!"

In the interrogation room, the lights hit my face as they presented a forensic report. It indicated that the residue from Diana's fingernails was consistent with my DNA, which prompted them to conclude that I had a violent struggle with her and that it was attempted assault.

I was mentally overwhelmed at that point. I gave myself a pinch to regain my composure. In my past life, I had broken down after my leg injury and false charges. I signed a confession while in a state of distress, which left me with no way to appeal. Mom later had a fatal heart attack when she found out about it.

I pushed the report aside and said, "It only proves that Diana scratched me—nothing more. She bruised herself on purpose to set me up. I also have a receipt from a cafe showing that I was there at 8:00 pm. I left the bar around 7:45 pm and put on my earphones as soon as I came out.

"Diana suddenly appeared out of nowhere with two men and scratched me. I felt something was off, so I went straight to the cafe. I had no motive or opportunity, officers."

I handed over my receipt from the cafe and showed them my playback logs on my phone. "You can review the surveillance footage from the commercial street and at the bar to verify whether I'm telling the truth if you still don't believe me."

It was then that another police officer walked in and whispered something to the interrogating officer, causing the latter to suddenly fly into a rage and slam his fist on the table. "You still refuse to confess until the evidence is right in front of you, huh?

"You ought to know that we've found the hotel booking records and restored your phone data, which indicated that you clearly arranged a meeting with Diana at the hotel. What do you have to say for yourself, Levi?"

I stared at the printouts of the hotel bookings and the message logs while my head throbbed—none of this occurred in my past life. I couldn't help but wonder who could have orchestrated it all.

I knew that forging a hotel record would require my ID and also an inside man at the front desk of the hotel. I had no memory of ever chatting with Diana, so I wondered where these messages came from.

I was completely muddled by the whole situation while the police officers kept pressing me for answers.

I shrugged, my hands out, and said, "I won't sign anything or answer any questions until my lawyer gets here."

"You'd better start talking, Levi Sullivan! You ought to know that we've found out that your father was involved with the criminal underworld—"

I bolted upright, my eyes bloodshot and my body trembling all over from rage. "You'd better shut your mouth this instant! You have no right to speak about my father!"

It was then that Mom rushed in with a lawyer, accompanied by Martin Wagner, my teacher, and David Johnson, Dad's colleague.

Officer Johnson served with Dad, who died in the line of duty while working as an undercover operative. He was the most knowledgeable person regarding this fact.

In my past life, Mom and I had insisted that Officer Johnson not be involved to keep things confidential. In this life, however, I had no other option.

Officer Johnson walked over to reassure me, saying, "You can rest assured that we're going to get to the bottom of this and clear your name, Levi."

Mr. Wagner also provided a statement, testifying that I was a student in good standing with no history of contact with Diana.

He also pointed out that on the date that Diana allegedly claimed that I went to the hotel, I had caught a thief at school and was honored as an outstanding citizen. He insisted that there was no way I could have been at a hotel that day, especially since I still had the certificate for my bravery right at home.

Thanks to Officer Johnson's guarantee and Mr. Wagner's statement, my lawyer soon secured my release on bail, allowing me to return home that very evening.

I had just stepped out of the interrogation room when Diana charged at me, hitting and yelling. "Help! Those police are covering for a criminal! He's the one who violated me, and you're just letting him walk free! That police officer is helping him!"

She pointed at Officer Johnson and yelled, "You walked right out the moment he walked into the interrogation room! You guys are obviously working together! Help! They are ganging up on a defenseless woman! You're not allowed to leave! You assaulted me and deserve to be locked up!"

She threw herself at me after saying that, only for the police officers to intercept her and hold her down by force.

I held up my paperwork and said, "I'm out on bail through legal channels. I should mention that you're out of luck. I have a solid alibi for the date of that fake hotel booking, and Mr. Wagner is here to vouch for me.

"I was out catching a thief that night—something that the police station can verify—so I couldn't have possibly been at a hotel with you.

"I want to know why you are working so hard to frame me. I was one of the people who donated to you—500 dollars, in fact—when your grandmother was ill. I've never done anything bad to you, so why are you targeting me?"

Dad passed away when I was young, leaving Mom to raise me alone. I lived on just 500 dollars a month, yet I still chose to donate 500 dollars I had saved from a summer gig to Diana's grandmother. I never expected that my kindness would be repaid with such betrayal.

Diana's face was flushed from rage, but she still refused to back down. "What of it? Your 500 dollars doesn't go very far. Do you think that donating 500 dollars makes you a good person?

"Just because Mr. Wagner is taking your side doesn't mean anything. He's obviously biased because you're one of his favorite students!"

She persisted in staying at the police station and refused to go until the police officers eventually pressured and removed her by force.

Mom was overcome with tears and relief when she saw me return home unharmed.

I gently wiped away her tears, making a silent vow to myself. "I won't let you go through any more pain, Mom."

I was finally settling back into my peaceful routine when my lawyer shared the positive update that no further evidence had been filed against me. It seemed likely that the charges would be dismissed shortly.

I was in such a good mood that I stopped by the market to pick up extra groceries for dinner with Mom. I was suddenly cornered by a group of people out of nowhere and forcibly knocked out.

I caught the voices of a man and a woman as I slipped in and out of consciousness. "Get moving—take it off and get into position so that I can take the photo."

I forced my eyes open and was met with the sight of bare breasts right in front of me. I suddenly found the power to shove the other person back and yelled, "Get away from me! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I looked more closely and noticed that it was Kevin Miller, the son of the school board chairman. "It's you!"