After Rebirth, I Cleared My Name Through a Drunk Driving Incident Chapter 07

After Rebirth, I Cleared My Name Through a Drunk Driving Incident Chapter 07

The official police statement carried weight. 

This wasn’t me defending myself. This wasn’t family 

drama. This was law enforcement. 

And the comments started shifting. 

“Wait. She was at the station at 8:30.” 

“Then who was in the video?” 

“So she was framed?” 

“Her husband is acting weird.” 

“The more I think about it, the creepier this gets. What if Mark set her up?” 

More and more people started questioning him. Some 

still insisted maybe I hired someone. Maybe I built my 

own alibi. But the cracks were already there. 

Mark panicked. He kept posting. Kept crying. Kept 

repeating how awful I’d always been to Jessica. 

Then he dropped new evidence. Screenshots of texts he 

claimed Jessica had sent him, saying I threatened her. 

But this time people pushed back. Some said the dates 

didn’t line up because Jessica had been out of town. 

Others said anyone could fake screenshots. 

For the first time, not everyone believed him. 

I stayed calm. That was only the beginning. The truth 

I’d never gotten in my last life, I was going to dig out 

myself this time. 

I told the officer guarding me, “I want to help 

investigate.” 

He nodded. “Tell me what you need.” 

“I want the raw files from every camera in my apartment. I want Mark’s movements checked. And I want to talk to that neighbor.” 

The request went up the chain. Harding approved it 

herself. 

“Granted. Work with her.” 

That changed everything. I wasn’t just some suspect waiting for my life to be decided anymore. I was part of 

the hunt now. 

I asked the homicide team for the original surveillance 

files and requested a technical analysis. I didn’t know 

much about that world. But I knew this much. A fake 

was still fake. 

The wait for the results felt endless. Every day there 

were new rumors. Every day strangers cursed me 

online. But little by little, some people started speaking 

up for me. Some started turning on Mark. 

The tide was shifting. Just not fast enough. 

Three days later, the technical report came back. 

The analyst laid it out on the table and said, “The footage was heavily manipulated. This wasn’t simple editing. It involved AI face–swapping and motion capture. The person in the video isn’t actually you. Someone replaced another woman’s appearance with yours. And the quality is high. This wasn’t done with random consumer software. Whoever made it either had serious skills or paid someone who did.” 

I went still. 

A deepfake. I’d known the video was fake in my last life. 

I just never knew how advanced it really was. 

The homicide captain asked, “Can you trace the 

source?” 

The analyst shook his head. “They were careful. The service came through the dark web, and payment was 

in crypto. Tracking it won’t be easy. But one thing is 

clear. This took money or expertise. Probably both.” 

The captain went quiet for a few seconds. Then he said, 

“Pull Mark Lawson’s call records, movements, 

banking, all of it.” 

The impact was immediate. Now everybody knew this wasn’t a random killing. This was a planned murder with a high–level frame job built around it. 

Then I said, “And the skin cells. Somebody could’ve 

planted them using things I left behind.” 

That opened the next door. 

My toothbrush. My hairbrush. Used tissues. 

Mark had easy access to all of it. He had access to the 

cameras. He could talk to the neighbor. He could accuse 

me first. He could drive the entire online smear 

campaign. 

Every road led back to him. 

But one question still wouldn’t leave me alone. 

Why would he kill his own sister? 

Unless Jessica had found out something she wasn’t 

supposed to know.