After getting into a fight with my CEO husband, Zachary Langford, I decided to sleep in a hotel room that night out of fury. Little did I know that a video would go viral on the Internet the next day.

In the video, I took turns pleasuring seven men in my birthday suit. My moans filled the room the whole time.

Zachary delivered a heavy slap across my face with the video shown on his phone.

"How could I have ever married a shameless slut like you?"

I couldn't even defend myself. All I could do was call the police for help.

But once the police were done inspecting the video, they determined that it wasn't a deepfake. They had also discovered traces of the men's and my DNA in the hotel room.

Everyone went into frenzied discussions on the Internet based on the video. It was then Zachary publicly announced that he shall be divorcing me soon after.

Thanks to that, my mom died of a sudden heart attack. Apparently, the heart attack was triggered out of pure fury toward me.

As for my father, he got into a fatal car accident on his way to the hospital. His corpse was completely broken and battered.

After I got cast out of my family, those men's wives went as far as to hire hooligans to violate me in order to get revenge on me.

Not wanting to get violated, I ended up falling down the stairs while I was fleeing from them. My brain suffered from internal bleeding, which killed me in the end.

Even when I breathed my last, I still failed to understand why those videos and the evidence still existed despite the fact that I had done nothing at all.

When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I'm having a fight with Zachary.

Once the video of me pleasuring seven men went viral online, I became the "cheating whore" everyone spat on.

My mom, Elizabeth Smith, couldn't take the news and passed away, while my dad, Drew Thompson, lost his life in a car accident.

Even in my last moments, I didn't understand how things had all started. That was until I returned to that day…

"Jules, honey, I told you I was only giving her a ride home. It was dangerous for a young woman to walk home alone so late at night. Can we just drop this? Stop being mad at me, okay?"

Zachary Langford's voice came through the phone. It was word-for-word what I had heard in my previous life.

I looked at the hotel entrance in front of me and couldn't help but shiver.

I had been reborn.

"Jules, are you there? Are you really not coming home tonight? You know I'm going to worry about you," he continued over the phone. "Why don't you tell me which hotel you're staying at? That way, I know where to find you if anything hap—"

"I'm staying over at my parents' tonight," I cut him off. "Leave me alone."

I hung up the next second. Instead of marching into the hotel like I once did, I turned around with my luggage.

In my previous life, I had a huge fallout with Zachary after finding a lipstick that didn't belong to me in the front passenger seat. Out of spite, I grabbed my stuff and spent a night at the hotel.

For some reason, an explicit video of me spread across the internet the next morning. In it, I was pleasuring seven men at once. I didn't remember ever doing anything like that.

I ultimately became the "cheating whore", cursed by all, unable to rest even in death.

This time, I decided not to check into the hotel. Instead, I took a cab to my parents' house. When I knocked on the door and saw their familiar smiles, tears of sorrow began streaming down my face.

I dropped my luggage and threw myself into their arms, choking out, "Mom… Dad…"

Mom had a heart condition and couldn't handle sudden stress. The huge shock caused by my scandal ultimately led to her death, despite attempts to resuscitate her.

Dad had been driving to the hospital to see Mom when he got into that fatal car accident. In the end, he never got to see her for one last time.

Mom drew me close and stroked my hair. Her voice was laced with worry. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Did Zachary do something to you? Whatever happened, just tell us. We're on your side."

I nodded in Mom's arms, a determination forming in my heart. This time, I would do anything to protect my family.

And so, I spent the night with them, watching TV and going absolutely nowhere else. We chatted late into the night before I finally called it a day and went to bed.

I didn't stay at the hotel, and my parents were with me all night. So, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

However, the next morning, violent pounding on the door jerked me awake.

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.

"Look. There's not a single mark on my body!" I exclaimed. "If I had really slept with those men last night, how are there no traces of them at all?"

The videos could be deepfakes, but the non-existent marks on my body couldn't lie.

In my previous life, I had indeed checked into the hotel and woken up the next morning with red marks all over my body. At that time, I hadn't been able to defend myself. I had even suspected my blackout was due to being drugged.

But this time, I hadn't even set foot in the hotel, let alone had any marks on me. This should be enough to prove my innocence, right?

The moment the words left my mouth, everyone just frowned and stared at me like I was an idiot. I thought they simply didn't believe me, so I hurriedly rolled up my sleeves.

"If you don't believe me, check for yourself! Test the DNA in the room or—"

"Enough!" Zachary snapped, cutting me off. "Did you forget? You told them in the video not to leave any marks on you!"

I was baffled. I had avoided watching that video so much that I never dared look at it carefully. I hadn't noticed that detail at all.

Meanwhile, the officer in charge of processing the scene returned to the hotel lobby. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Our tests confirm that your DNA was found in the items in the room, along with that of several other men."

"That's impossible!" I shouted. "You must've made a mistake! You should run another test!"

The people around me gave me contemptuous looks. Not a single person believed me.

Still, how could my DNA possibly have been found in a hotel room when I hadn't even entered the lobby last night?

Just then, a woman shoved her way through the crowd and slapped me viciously. "You bitch! How dare you seduce my husband! I'm going to kill you!"

Right after that, the wives and girlfriends of the other six men rushed forward and shoved me to the floor. They yanked my hair and tore at my clothes, raining punches and kicks all over my body.

All I could do was curl into a ball on the floor, shielding myself as best I could until the officers dragged them away.

I straightened my clothes and continued explaining, "I swear it wasn't me. I was home all night with my parents. They can vouch for me!"

"Like we'd trust your bullshit! Of course, your parents are going to vouch for you!"

My hands clenched into fists.

At that moment, I spotted Nancy Miller in the crowd. She was a middle-aged woman who lived next door to my parents. Last night, I happened to run into her outside our houses and even greeted her.

Without a second thought, I rushed toward her and grabbed her hands. "Nancy, we talked last night when I got home, didn't we?"