They Framed Me, I Ruined Them

Synopsis

At the family dinner on Valentine's Day, my husband's mother, Lillian Carter, slammed a stack of hotel records in my face in front of everyone. "Look at this. See what kind of trash my son married. "Three years, three hundred and twenty-four hotel stays, every single one in Room 8808 at the Grandview Hotel." I clutched the papers and subconsciously looked at my husband, David Carter. That extra credit card was the one he took to entertain his clients. But he sat there, face ashen, not saying a single word in my defense. The next second, Lillian started wailing. David's sister, Jessica Carter, rushed over and slapped me twice. The whole family forced me out of the house. Three months later, driven by depression, I jumped off a building. It wasn't until I died that I found out the truth. It was David and Samantha Lane, his female coworker, who were staying in those hotel rooms. Lillian had known the truth all along. She needed an excuse to kick me out for free so that his coworker, already three months pregnant, could move in. When I opened my eyes again, I was right back at the moment Lillian slammed those hotel records in my face. This time, I didn't cry, and I didn't rush to defend myself. Instead, right in front of everyone, I dialed Samantha's husband's number. "I've got the hotel records showing your wife and my husband together. Want to come see for yourself?"