After Rebirth, I Cleared My Name Through a Drunk Driving Incident Chapter 08

After Rebirth, I Cleared My Name Through a Drunk Driving Incident Chapter 08

I asked for Jessica’s phone data. Messages. Photos. Videos. GPS history. 

Mark immediately objected. He said it was his sister’s privacy and I had no right to see it. 

The police overrode him and pulled her iCloud backup 

anyway. 

Everything got restored. 

And when I saw it, my whole body went cold. 

In the days before she died, Jessica had been following 

Mark. She’d recorded him. 

There were photos. Videos. 

Mark hugging another woman outside a hotel. Mark kissing her in a car. Mark getting close with her in an underground parking garage. 

And in every single image, he was smiling in a way I’d 

never seen before. 

With her, he looked happy. 

With her, he looked alive. 

With me, he’d always been flat. Distracted. Distant. 

I told myself marriage just turned into that over time. 

That quiet was normal. That routine was enough. 

I was wrong. 

He had passion left. He just wasn’t giving it to me. 

Jessica found out. Then she confronted him. 

In one message, she wrote, “How could you do this? How can you face Claire? If you don’t end it, I’ll tell her 

myself.” 

Mark wrote back with excuse after excuse. He cried. He apologized. He said he messed up. He said the other woman treated him too well and he lost control. 

Then he begged Jessica not to tell me. He said he’d end it. He said if I found out, the family would fall apart. 

Jessica didn’t waver. She wrote back, “I’m giving you one week. If you’re still with her after that, I’m telling Claire. I won’t keep covering for you.” 

One week. And that deadline ended the day before she 

died. 

My whole body started shaking. The truth finally broke 

open. 

Mark was cheating. Jessica found out. Jessica 

threatened to expose him. 

So he chose the cruelest way out. 

He teamed up with his mistress, killed Jessica, and pinned it all on me. 

Kill his sister. Destroy his wife. Silence the one person threatening him, then get rid of the woman standing between him and everything she owned. 

If I died, he got freedom. He got money. He got my property. He got the other woman. 

What kind of man does that? 

A rotten one. A vicious one. 

And somehow I married him. 

Even when I died in my last life, I still thought he was 

innocent. 

The police moved quickly once they dug through his messages, transfers, and travel records. 

Soon they identified the woman. 

Amanda Pierce. Thirty–one. Single. A cybersecurity engineer working in downtown Houston, in the same building as Mark’s company. 

They’d been in close contact since the year before. The messages were full of flirting. 

By early that year, they’d already been checking into hotels, Airbnbs, and short–term rentals together. 

Every time Mark told me he was working late, out with coworkers, or on a business trip, he was really with 

Amanda. 

They arrested her while she was on a trip in Austin. 

The second she saw the police, she collapsed. No fight. 

No resistance. Nothing. 

They brought her back to HPD. 

I asked to observe the interview, and they let me. 

Behind the one–way glass, I watched Amanda sit there 

pale and sweating. 

The detective asked, “Do you know why you’re here?” 

She stared at the table and said nothing. 

“What was your relationship with Mark Lawson?” 

After a long silence, she finally said, “We were having 

an affair.” 

“What do you know about Jessica Lawson’s death?” 

Silence again. Longer this time. 

The detective didn’t rush her. He just waited. 

The clock kept ticking. 

Finally Amanda looked up and said, “Can I get a 

lawyer?” 

The detective leaned back. “That’s your right. But think carefully. If Mark talks first, you’re the accomplice left 

behind. And you know exactly how courts treat the person who talks second.” 

That was enough. She broke. 

And once she started talking, everything matched what 

I’d already pieced together.