The Quiet Conspiracy

I lay down and quietly replayed the last life in my head.

Fiona moved into my house.

At first, she was super hardworking and sweet-talking, and she slowly won over Lara.

She said her family was poor, and she'd dropped out in her junior year because they couldn't pay tuition.

In my past life, Lara and I admired her grit and optimism, so we felt comfortable having her stay with us.

That was until three months later, Fiona found a used rubber in the trash that I'd thrown away.

A little later, she told me her mother was seriously ill and borrowed 20 thousand from me.

She took the money and went to a fertility clinic. Using my sperm for IVF, she got pregnant quickly.

I had no idea. I even gave her two months off so she could go home and take care of her mother.

After she went back home, she disappeared without a trace.

A year later, she showed up at my precinct with a baby in her arms. She accused me of rape to my chief.

She cried and wailed on camera, claiming Lara had drugged her, and that she'd been taken to my bedroom to satisfy my desires.

She also said I'd abused and assaulted her during the time she worked as our nanny.

Fiona went live and publicly named me, broadcasting the whole story.

"No woman jokes about her honor," she told viewers. "I just want justice and to get this scum out of the police force."

Because of her, I was officially investigated and stripped of my badge.

I protested and demanded a paternity test. But when the lab presented the results, Fiona smiled as if she'd won.

Her child was actually mine.

Overnight, I fell from a respected officer to a criminal.

My parents emptied their savings to pay Fiona a massive settlement for emotional damages.

But the online attacks kept coming.

People smeared my parents' house with filth, sent them death threats, and even followed them with weapons.

They couldn't bear the pressure and drowned themselves.

Meanwhile, Lara was labeled an "evil witch" online and was beaten in the street. She also died in a short time.

As for my sister, guilt drove her insane; she was hospitalized before vanishing from the public eye.

I ended up in jail as a rapist and suffered all kinds of abuse.

Fiona visited me there, gloating as she revealed the whole truth.

I couldn't take it anymore. One night, I hanged myself with a towel in my cell.