After Rebirth, I Cleared My Name Through a Drunk Driving Incident Chapter 09

After Rebirth, I Cleared My Name Through a Drunk Driving Incident Chapter 09

Jessica discovered the affair and threatened to expose 

it. 

Mark panicked. He was terrified I’d find out. Terrified I’d divorce him and leave him with nothing. 

Our Houston apartment was my premarital property. My studio was mine too. 

If I died, he’d become my primary heir. 

So he and Amanda made a plan. 

Amanda used her tech background to hire someone off the dark web to create the deepfake footage. 

Mark collected my hair and my toothbrush ahead of time so Amanda could turn them into planted DNA 

evidence. 

On the day of the murder, Mark lured Jessica over by saying he needed to discuss something important. 

Amanda was already inside waiting. 

The second Jessica came in, they attacked her together. 

After they killed her, Amanda put on a coat like mine and let the hallway camera catch her dragging Jessica so it would look like me. 

Mark bribed the neighbor with cash. The whole 

statement had been bought. 

And they had one more step planned. 

When I got home and entered the garage, Mark was 

going to remotely release an inhaled anesthetic and knock me out. Then he’d drag me upstairs and leave me 

beside the body. 

When I woke up, everything would’ve already been 

decided. 

It was precise. Cold. And almost perfect. 

If I’d followed my normal routine home, I would’ve 

died for it. 

The only thing they never planned for was this. 

I came back. 

I didn’t go home. I didn’t enter that garage. I didn’t get 

knocked out. 

I threw myself into police custody with a DUI and dragged myself back out of hell. 

After Amanda confessed, she slumped in the chair like 

she had no bones left. 

The detective asked, “When did the two of you start planning this?” 

“Two months ago,” she said hoarsely. “Mark said his 

sister found out. He said Claire could never know. Then he said it would be better if Claire just died.” 

“He suggested murder first?” 

Amanda nodded. “He said we could do it all at once. Kill 

Jessica and blame Claire. He said if Claire died, the 

house and the company would be his, and we could finally be together.” 

“What about the weapon?” 

“A kitchen knife from Mark’s place. We threw it in the 

lake after.” 

“And the anesthetic?” 

“I bought it online. They said it’d knock someone out within half an hour and they’d wake up not 

remembering anything.” 

“How much did all this cost?” 

“The fake video cost about fifteen thousand dollars. We 

paid the neighbor two thousand. The rest wasn’t 

much.” 

Fifteen thousand dollars. That was what a life cost 

them. 

Listening from behind the glass, I dug my nails into my palm so hard it hurt. 

When the transcript was placed in front of me later, I 

didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even rage. 

I just felt empty. 

In my last life, I died carrying a crime that belonged to someone else. The two people closest to me shoved me straight into the abyss and let me die with a murderer’s 

name while they walked free. 

After Amanda fell, the police moved in on Mark. 

And he was still acting. 

He showed up in a white shirt, hair messy, eyes red, 

looking like the grieving brother all over again. 

When he saw the handcuffs, he actually asked, “Did my 

wife confess? Did she admit she killed my sister?” 

The officer looked at him and said, “Mark Lawson, 

you’re under arrest for first–degree murder, 

conspiracy to commit murder, and false accusation.” 

He froze. Then his face changed. One second of shock. 

Then straight into wounded innocence. 

“There has to be some mistake. I’m the one who 

reported it. I’m the victim’s brother. Why are you 

arresting me?” 

The officers ignored him and cuffed him anyway. 

As they led him out, he started shouting. “Claire! Was this you? Did you set me up? You killed my sister and now you’re blaming me!” 

I stood outside the station and watched them force him 

into the cruiser. 

Then he saw me. His eyes went wide. He started 

fighting the officers. 

“Claire! It was you, wasn’t it?” 

I didn’t say a word. I just looked at him. 

After a few seconds, he stopped struggling. I watched the fear settle into his face. Then the despair. 

He understood. Amanda had talked. It was over. 

The cruiser drove away. I stood there for a long time. 

The case was finally done. 

HPD held a press conference and released the truth. 

Mark Lawson and Amanda Pierce had an affair. Jessica 

found out. They murdered her. They forged 

surveillance. Planted evidence. Bribed a witness. And 

tried to send me to death for it. 

They also announced that the neighbor would face 

criminal charges for false testimony. And that people 

who spread deliberate lies online would be held 

accountable too. 

The internet exploded again. 

Everybody who’d cursed me went quiet. 

The headlines came one after another. 

Husband and mistress murder sister and frame wife. 

The clearest–headed DUI in history. 

She saved her own life by getting arrested first. 

Now everyone knew. I wasn’t the murderer. I was the woman they tried to bury. 

I already died once for their crime. This time, I rewrote 

the ending. 

People apologized. People cursed Mark. People said they’d gotten chills thinking about how close I’d come to losing everything. 

If not for that DUI, I’d probably be sitting in Harris 

County Jail or worse. 

Even when Mark got arrested, he still tried to play the 

victim on camera. 

The second the handcuffs came out, he broke down. He 

cried. He begged. 

He said it was a moment of weakness. He said Amanda 

pushed him into it. 

I just looked at him coldly. 

In my last life, I died without ever knowing you were 

the one who destroyed me. 

In this life, I sent you to hell myself.