After a grueling night shift at the hospital, I collapsed into bed only for my phone to erupt with Liam’s furious call. His voice was venomous: “HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON ME?!” Confused and terrified, I listened as he accused me of having an affair with Mark, our elderly former neighbor. My mother-in-law, Eleanor, had posted damning photos on Facebook, and the town was already gossiping. The images looked real, but they were fabrications. Despite my protests, Liam hung up, choosing to stay at a friend’s house while suspicion poisoned our marriage.

In days, life turned unbearable. Neighbors whispered, old friends unfriended me, and even coworkers looked at me sideways. I was branded a cheater in my own community. The photos spread like wildfire, and though I knew the truth, proving it seemed impossible. Eleanor had finally succeeded in driving a wedge between Liam and me—just as she’d always wanted.

Three days later, Eleanor appeared on my doorstep, smug and triumphant. She threatened me with even more fabricated photos unless I quietly divorced Liam. But in her haste to ruin me, she slipped. When she uploaded the “evidence” from her tablet, she accidentally included screenshots of her chats with someone called “DigitalDoc,” revealing she had paid for the fake images.

I seized the chance, screenshotting everything as Eleanor’s face drained of color. Liam walked in at that exact moment and demanded the truth. Confronted with undeniable proof, Eleanor crumbled. For once, Liam saw her manipulation clearly.

He turned to me with regret, apologizing for doubting me. Together, we shut the door on Eleanor’s control. By morning, her accidental confession was all over town, and the woman who had tried to ruin me had destroyed herself instead.

Karma had delivered, and this time, the truth won.