Chapter 1

My wife of five years had an affair with her personal trainer. To buy him a new car and a house, she actually framed me for spousal rape!

I was sentenced to ten years in prison. On top of that, she used a staged "rape video" to blackmail me into signing a divorce agreement that stripped me of every single penny. Years of my hard work vanished into thin air overnight.

My dad aged ten years in a single night, crying until his health deteriorated. My mom couldn't take the shock; she suffered a fatal stroke and passed away.

Shortly after, my wife moved the trainer into our house. They even had the audacity to visit me in prison, flaunting their disgusting romance right in my face.

The sheer rage made my vision go black, and I collapsed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the exact day she accused me of rape.

"Ryan, honey, don't you think our marriage has gotten a bit boring lately? What if we try some roleplay tonight? You know, to spice things up and bring us closer."

"You play the dangerous intruder who breaks in, and I’ll play the helpless housewife you force yourself on. What do you think?"

Chloe sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck with a sweet, playful smile. She had dolled herself up, wearing the expensive perfume I used to love.

It was a classic honeypot trap.

Looking at my beautiful wife, I felt absolutely no desire. There was only boiling rage and pure hatred. I wanted to tear her to pieces right then and there!

In my past life, it was this exact suggestion that lured me into her trap. I ended up spending ten miserable years in prison, my mother died, and my family was completely destroyed.

I still remembered every detail of that night.

To please her, I fell for her lies. I played the aggressive intruder. She acted her part perfectly, screaming, fighting back, and scratching me.

She even pulled out her phone and dialed 911 right in front of me. I thought it was just part of her elaborate roleplay, so I didn't stop her.

But then, the police kicked the front door open. I was frozen in shock.

"Officers, please save me! My husband... he tried to force himself on me! I said no, but he... he wouldn't stop! Please!"

Chloe wrapped herself tightly in the bedsheet, her hair messy, crying hysterically as if she had just survived a horrific assault.

The police tackled me to the ground immediately. "Cut the crap! Even if she's your wife, you can't force her! No means no! Do you have any idea how serious of a crime this is?"

I was terrified, desperately trying to explain the roleplay.

"Officers, he's lying! Don't let this monster fool you!" Chloe sobbed, pointing a shaking finger at me. "No woman would make up something like this and ruin her own reputation! He's done this to me so many times. I couldn't take it anymore. Look at these bruises on my arms—he abuses me!"

She wept, painting herself as the ultimate victim. Combined with the messy bedroom and the scratches on her arms, I was dead in the water. No amount of explaining could save me.

I was dragged away, convicted, and sentenced to ten years.

I spent those early prison days in agonizing confusion. Why would Chloe do this to me? What did she have to gain?

The answer came when she brought a man to visit me in prison. That was when I realized she had been sleeping with someone else all along.