I’m Sophie, 30, and after a grueling night shift at the hospital, I barely hit the pillow when my phone rang. It was my husband, Noah, furious. “How could you cheat?” he yelled. I sat up, stunned. “Cheat? Noah, what’s going on?” He said his mom, Diane, posted photos online of me with Greg, our former neighbor who’d left town. “Greg? The 70-year-old vet?” I gasped. Noah hung up. My heart raced as I opened social media, finding Diane’s post: me, supposedly kissing Greg at a café. It was fake, but it looked convincing.
Notifications flooded in—friends gossiping, neighbors mocking. My brother’s “???” comment hurt deeply. I called Noah, “These aren’t real!” He scoffed, “You think Mom faked them?” Diane had always manipulated him, making him trust only her. “I don’t know how, but I didn’t do this,” I said. He muttered, “I’m crashing at Sam’s,” and hung up. That evening, Noah grabbed his things, leaving his ring on the table, driving away as my world crumbled. The town shunned me. Shoppers whispered, the librarian looked away, and kids avoided me. My pal Emma unfriended me, posting about “loyalty.”
Work was my refuge, but whispers followed. I pored over the photos, desperate to prove they were lies. Then Diane appeared at my door, holding a tablet. “Divorce Noah, or I’ll share worse,” she said, showing more doctored images—steamy, dated fakes. I snapped, “You’re scared of losing Noah, but I’m not scared of you.” She sneered, “I’ll end you.” In my kitchen, she posted the new photos, but her tablet flashed—she’d included a message to “EditPro,” admitting she paid for the fakes. “$450 for the first batch,” I read.
Diane frantically tried to delete it, but her tablet froze. “You’ve ruined yourself,” I said, saving the evidence. Noah stormed in, “Mom, is this true?” Diane babbled, “It was a mistake!” Noah shouted, “You’re done!” His anger silenced her. “Stay away from us until you own this,” he said. Diane stood, expecting him to cave, but he held firm. I shut the door. Noah held me, “I failed you. I’m sorry.” I cried, relieved—the truth won. Diane’s slip spread online, exposing her. She tried to destroy me, but karma struck back. Share this tale—it might encourage someone to fight for the truth.
