Reborn After the Scandal Clip

"Look. There's not a single mark on my body!" I exclaimed. "If I had really slept with those men last night, how are there no traces of them at all?"

The videos could be deepfakes, but the non-existent marks on my body couldn't lie.

In my previous life, I had indeed checked into the hotel and woken up the next morning with red marks all over my body. At that time, I hadn't been able to defend myself. I had even suspected my blackout was due to being drugged.

But this time, I hadn't even set foot in the hotel, let alone had any marks on me. This should be enough to prove my innocence, right?

The moment the words left my mouth, everyone just frowned and stared at me like I was an idiot. I thought they simply didn't believe me, so I hurriedly rolled up my sleeves.

"If you don't believe me, check for yourself! Test the DNA in the room or—"

"Enough!" Zachary snapped, cutting me off. "Did you forget? You told them in the video not to leave any marks on you!"

I was baffled. I had avoided watching that video so much that I never dared look at it carefully. I hadn't noticed that detail at all.

Meanwhile, the officer in charge of processing the scene returned to the hotel lobby. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Our tests confirm that your DNA was found in the items in the room, along with that of several other men."

"That's impossible!" I shouted. "You must've made a mistake! You should run another test!"

The people around me gave me contemptuous looks. Not a single person believed me.

Still, how could my DNA possibly have been found in a hotel room when I hadn't even entered the lobby last night?

Just then, a woman shoved her way through the crowd and slapped me viciously. "You bitch! How dare you seduce my husband! I'm going to kill you!"

Right after that, the wives and girlfriends of the other six men rushed forward and shoved me to the floor. They yanked my hair and tore at my clothes, raining punches and kicks all over my body.

All I could do was curl into a ball on the floor, shielding myself as best I could until the officers dragged them away.

I straightened my clothes and continued explaining, "I swear it wasn't me. I was home all night with my parents. They can vouch for me!"

"Like we'd trust your bullshit! Of course, your parents are going to vouch for you!"

My hands clenched into fists.

At that moment, I spotted Nancy Miller in the crowd. She was a middle-aged woman who lived next door to my parents. Last night, I happened to run into her outside our houses and even greeted her.

Without a second thought, I rushed toward her and grabbed her hands. "Nancy, we talked last night when I got home, didn't we?"