He Called Me Dirty, I’ll Expose His Lie

Right after I was rescued from the k********g, Ezekiel Whitmore voluntarily moved out of our bedroom and started sleeping separately from me. No matter how desperately I explained that I had never been sexually assaulted, he refused to believe a single word I said. ​ Even when I tried to be intimate with him first, he shoved me out of the bedroom half-naked without the slightest bit of mercy. ​ As time passed, the pity in the eyes of my relatives and friends only deepened. ​ Everyone kept advising me the same way. "Ezekiel’s a good man. Stop putting him through this." ​ Even my own son glared at me with anger and disgust as he shouted, "You’re filthy! Why do you keep forcing Dad?!" ​ And just like that, I became permanently branded with labels like "r**e victim" and "lunatic." ​ I dragged out the rest of my days rotting in agony and despair, and when I was old, I walked into a lake and ended my miserable life for good. ​ Only in my final moments did I finally uncover the horrifying truth. The k********g from years ago had been orchestrated by Ezekiel from the very beginning. ​ He used my guilt and shame to keep me tied down, forcing me to spend my life taking care of our son and his mother. ​ Meanwhile, he played the role of the loyal and devoted man, preserving himself for the woman he had truly loved all along while the two of them lived freely and happily, completely untouched by my suffering. ​ When I opened my eyes again, I found myself transported back to the exact day I had just been rescued from the k********g. ​ ***** ​ I was slumped on the roadside with my clothes in disarray when Ezekiel draped his suit jacket over my shoulders. His handsome face was filled with what appeared to be pain and concern. ​ "Let’s not talk about this right now," he said softly. "We should go home first." ​ The crowd surrounding us stared at me with eyes full of judgment, curiosity, and pity. Their gazes cut into my skin like sharpened blades. ​ A full-body shiver ran through me, and in that moment, I knew for certain—I had truly been reborn. ​ In my previous life, I had also been kidn*pped without warning on this exact day. Twenty-four hours later, I was dumped outside my own front gate like discarded trash. ​ My clothes had been torn apart, and my spirit had nearly collapsed. ​ Back then, Ezekiel had acted like the perfect husband. He pretended he was afraid of reopening my trauma and refused to let anyone ask me what had happened during the k********g. ​ Even when I tried to explain it myself, he immediately stopped me. ​ "You’re emotionally fragile right now," he had said gently. "Don’t think about anything else. Leave everything to me." ​ At the time, I had been too exhausted and disoriented to question him. I truly believed he was protecting me. ​ But before even three days had passed, rumors spread everywhere that I had been assaulted during the k********g. ​ The gossip consumed the entire city overnight. By the time I finally tried to defend myself, nobody believed me anymore. ​ It was only after I died in my previous life that I heard the truth from Ezekiel himself. ​ When he came to burn memorial offerings for me, his eyes turned red for barely two seconds before he calmly thanked me for dedicating my entire life to him. ​ But he never regretted what he had done. He said I had taken the place of his "first love" and ruined the future he truly wanted. ​ And if he had the chance to do it all over again, he would still make the exact same choice. ​ The moment Ezekiel noticed me staring at him now, panic briefly flashed across his face. ​ But he recovered quickly and reached for my arm, trying to pull me toward our house. ​ At the same time, he called out to the relatives and neighbors who had begun gathering around us. ​ "Zoey’s in a terrible emotional state right now. For her mental health, she needs privacy and rest. Please don’t overwhelm her today." ​ Every word he spoke sounded sincere and caring; even my parents hesitated when they heard him. ​ Their eyes were swollen and red from crying, and they looked terrified of upsetting me further. ​ Rage exploded inside my chest as I violently pulled my arm free from Ezekiel’s grip and rushed straight toward my parents. ​ The instant my mother touched me, tears poured uncontrollably down her face. ​ "My poor daughter… my sweet girl…" ​ My father’s eyes were red as well, and he held me tightly, as though he were afraid I might disappear. ​ After calming them down slightly, I forced myself to speak steadily. ​ "Mom, Dad, I’m fine. Let’s go back to your house first. I need to tell you something." ​ Panic immediately flashed across Ezekiel’s face, and he followed right after us. ​ His voice rose without him realizing it. "Zoey, haven’t you caused enough chaos already? Don’t run around recklessly at a time like this!" ​ My son also looked confused and irritated. Glancing at all the prying eyes staring from the crowd, he frowned impatiently. "Mom, why are you going to grandma and grandpa’s house instead of coming home with us?" ​ A sharp ache pierced my chest. Father and son truly were alike. ​ Neither of them showed even the slightest concern for me. Instead, all I saw in their eyes was the fear of their secret being revealed and the embarrassment that their shame might become public. ​ My parents noticed it too. Their faces darkened, and after exchanging a quick, meaningful glance, they hurriedly escorted me directly into their car. ​ Only then did Ezekiel finally lose his composure. He stood frozen for two seconds before frantically dragging my son after us. ​ The moment he saw me pulling out my phone to call the police, his face changed completely. ​ Without hesitation, he snatched the phone from my hand and powered it off. Everyone inside the car stared at him instantly. ​ Ezekiel’s body stiffened, and his expression became visibly unnatural. After a brief silence, he forced out an awkward explanation. ​ "I already reported everything earlier. There’s no need to call the police again." ​ But I knew perfectly well that he was lying.