My Ex-Wife Framed Me, So I Took Everything

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.I glared at them through the glass partition, my teeth clenched. "Chloe! You brought him here just to humiliate me, didn't you?" Chloe sneered, completely shameless. "Exactly. I brought him here to show you what a real man looks like." "And let's be honest, Ryan. I sent you to prison so I could be with Brandon. He's a thousand times—no, a million times—better than you!" "What did you ever give me besides your stupid money? You couldn't satisfy me. You gave me zero emotional value." "But I didn't just come here to laugh at you. I need you to sign this divorce agreement." I read the paper, my blood boiling. "You want me to sign away the house, the cars, and all my savings? Leave with absolutely nothing? In your dreams!" Chloe smiled coldly. "Don't want to sign? Fine. I still have the video of you 'raping' me. If you don't sign, I'll post it all over TikTok and Instagram. Let's see how the internet treats a convicted rapist." "And... I'm sure your dad wouldn't want to be harassed by angry mobs. Especially since your mom just died." I squeezed my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. Just a few days ago, I got the news of my mom's death. If it weren't for this toxic snake, my mom would never have had a stroke! My dad was the only family I had left. He was in terrible health, struggling to survive alone. I couldn't let them destroy him too. Forced into a corner, I swallowed my rage and signed the papers. Brandon put his arm around Chloe, looking at me with a smug grin. "Thanks, Ryan. From now on, your wife is mine. Your house, your car, and your millions in the bank... they're all mine. Sucks to be you, bro!" Their obnoxious laughter echoed in my head. Even now, reborn in a new life, that laughter still rang in my ears. I clenched my fists, swearing to make them pay a thousand times over! "Ryan? Babe? Are you listening? What do you think of my idea?" Chloe nudged me, snapping me out of my thoughts. She was still purring like a kitten, desperate for me to agree. I looked at her, a cold smile forming in my mind. Oh, Chloe. You have no idea, do you? God gave me a second chance. I am not stepping into your trap this time. I smiled warmly at her. "Babe, you're acting a bit strange today. You've been so cold to me lately, and suddenly you're this passionate? Even suggesting roleplay?" "Are you hiding something from me?"Chloe was still sitting on my lap, her arms around my neck. To an outsider, she looked like a loving wife. But I knew better. This was the first time she had initiated any physical contact in months. For the past few months, Chloe had treated me like garbage. She wouldn't let me touch her, ignored my texts, and barely smiled at me. In my past life, I was too naive. I trusted her blindly. If they hadn't come to the prison to brag, I might have never known she was cheating. Hearing my question, Chloe flinched. Panic flashed in her eyes, and she quickly looked away. "Babe... you're so funny. Why would I hide anything from you? I'm your wife." "I know I've been a bit distant lately. I just haven't been feeling well, so I wanted to make it up to you tonight." This lying snake. I wanted nothing more than to slap her across the face. I stared at her, pinching her chin gently. "Really? Not feeling well... for months?" "You're not seeing someone else behind my back, are you? Is that why you've been so cold?" My words hit her like a thunderbolt. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. "I... I..." She panicked completely. Her usual arrogant attitude vanished, and she couldn't even form a coherent sentence under my intense gaze. I laughed, hiding my disgust, and hugged her. "Haha, look at you! I'm just kidding. Only a worthless piece of trash would cheat on their spouse. I know you're not like that." Chloe let out a long breath of relief, thinking I was actually joking. But when she heard my description of "a worthless piece of trash," her face turned incredibly awkward, and she didn't know how to respond. She forced a fake laugh. "Ryan, you're so bad! Don't joke about things like that." "So, about what I just suggested..." I had a bold plan. I needed to let her think her trap was working, but with a twist. "Not tonight, babe. I'm actually feeling a bit tired. Let me rest for a few days, and then we'll do it..." I gave her a suggestive wink. Chloe smiled back, looking relieved and excited.The moment she left the room, I hired a private investigator to dig up everything on Brandon Vance and Chloe's affair. Within twenty-four hours, I had everything: their text logs, hotel records, and photos. Looking at the evidence, my hands shook with rage. Brandon was a personal trainer at a local high-end gym. He was tall, muscular, and handsome, which made him very popular with rich women. But he had a secret addiction: he loved day-trading and crypto. He was terrible at it but dreamed of getting rich overnight. He lost thousands of dollars every week, and his trainer salary couldn't cover his debts. To fund his lifestyle, he targeted wealthy, lonely housewives. When the gym was slow, he frequented upscale bars and clubs to hunt for prey. And Chloe was his perfect target. To seek excitement, Chloe had started going to those clubs four months ago. Her private life was filthy. She met Brandon at a bar, and within twelve hours, they were in a hotel room. After that, she was hooked. To keep me from suspecting anything, she bought a VIP membership at his gym. She lied to me, saying she wanted to get in shape, using it as an excuse to stay out late or even spend the night "at a friend's house." Chloe didn't have a job. I gave her ten thousand dollars a month for allowance. If she ran out, she would just ask for more. Because I trusted her, I never questioned her spending. But she was using my hard-earned money to feed another man. "Using my money to keep your boy toy, Chloe? Let's see if you're still laughing when I'm done with you." I found a very interesting text thread between them from two days ago: [Brandon: Babe, you're really going to buy me that mansion and the Porsche?] [Chloe: Of course, honey! It's a surprise. You'll have them in a few days. Just trust me, it's going to be amazing.] This meant Brandon had no idea *how* Chloe was getting the money. He didn't know about her framing plan. Perfect. This was my chance to swap the actors.I used an AI voice-cloning software to replicate Chloe's voice. Then, I hired a hacker on the dark web to spoof her phone number. Once everything was set, I called Brandon. "Hey babe, miss me already?" Brandon's voice came through, dripping with arrogance. "Should I book our usual hotel room tonight?" Suppressing my urge to vomit, I spoke into the mic, and the AI converted my voice into Chloe’s perfectly. "Honey, let's try something wild tonight. You play the intruder who breaks in, and I'll play the helpless housewife. What do you think?" "My husband is out of town tonight. I'll leave the back door unlocked for you..." To Brandon, the voice was identical to Chloe's. He had never heard her suggest something so wild. He got incredibly excited. "Damn, Chloe! I didn't know you had such a wild side under that pretty face. I love it." I warned him, "Don't text or call me before you get here. We need to keep it completely quiet. Act like you don't know anything until you walk in." "Don't worry, babe. I got it. I'll play my part perfectly," Brandon promised. After hanging up, I texted Chloe from my actual phone: "Babe, I'm ready. Let's do that roleplay tonight." Chloe was thrilled. She immediately started preparing. I sneered. *You think you're about to inherit my entire estate, don't you? Enjoy the excitement while it lasts.* Night fell. According to her plan, Chloe turned off the lights in her room, waiting for her "husband" to break in. Brandon arrived right on time. I had left the back door unlocked for him. He slipped inside with a creepy, eager grin. Timing it perfectly, I called the police, putting on my most panicked, terrified voice: "911, help! There's a man breaking into my house! I think he's trying to attack my wife! Please, hurry!" The police took it extremely seriously. Since the local station was only a few blocks away, they arrived in less than five minutes and kicked the bedroom door open. "Police! Hands in the air! Don't move!" Brandon was instantly pinned to the floor. Chloe was completely bewildered. She hadn't even called the police yet. Why were they here? And more importantly... why was the "intruder" Brandon instead of her husband? But when she saw me standing right behind the officers, her face turned pale. Her entire world crumbled.