Chapter 3
One day, Marcus and his friends invited me to the dinner party.
Although I didn't want to go, I was also curious about what had happened after the last incident.
Specifically, if Jessica still had the nerve to show her face among this group of people.
That evening, I arrived at the restaurant on time.
The moment I walked in, however, I found everyone staring at me with hostility.
My heart dropped.
An ominous feeling washed over me, and I immediately turned to run.
But someone grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back.
A tearing pain shot through my scalp, and I couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Two heavy slaps landed across my face.
Marcus stood before me, roaring in fury:
"You bitch! You maliciously spread a patient's private information. Get on your knees and apologize to Jessica and David right now!"
Jessica, dressed in a white dress, sat at the head of the table, looking as fragile as a delicate white flower.
She was crying pitifully as she questioned me:
"Eliza, I've never done anything to you. Why would you frame me like this?"
I ignored the angry glares from the crowd, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and said coldly:
"When did I frame you? I have no idea what you're talking about."
Marcus sneered at me:
"Still trying to deny it at a time like this?"
After he spoke, he turned and announced to everyone loudly:
"Sorry, everyone. I've gathered you all here today to clarify in person what happened last time."
"Eliza maliciously stole Jessica's private medical information and spread it in the group chat. Besides, most of those photos weren't even of Jessica."
"I'm ashamed to say, I never imagined Eliza would frame Jessica just to cover up her own sexting secrets. She's always been mentally unstable. I'm so sorry, David, for letting you get the wrong idea."
The crowd erupted in fury at the revelation:
"What the hell? How could something like this happen?"
"So you're saying Eliza has that kind of perversion?"
“Eliza, how can you be so twisted? Marcus doesn't even care that you're crazy, and you still have the nerve to do something like this?”
Watching the crowd hurl insults at me, Jessica's eyes filled with triumph as she shot me a provocative smile.
She clung to David’s arm, her voice dripping with sweetness as she cooed:
"See, honey? I told you I was just at the doctor's office, and those pictures weren't even me. How could I ever do anything to hurt you?"
I clenched my fists tightly, turning to face a skeptical David.
"David, we've known each other for so many years. You know what kind of person I am. Besides, I have no beef with Jessica, so why would I ever frame her?"
Hearing my words, David’s hesitant expression immediately turned serious.
He turned to Marcus, his face grim.
"Words are cheap. Show us the proof, right here in front of everyone!"
I let out a sigh of relief.
As long as David hadn't been swayed by Marcus, I still had a chance.
A venomous glint flashed in Marcus's eyes.
After a long moment, a scornful smile spread across his face.
"Still trying to argue when you're cornered? Fine. I'll let everyone see you for who you really are!"
"I was going to spare you some dignity. But to maliciously use your own nude photos to frame someone else is just despicable!"
The next second, my photo appeared on the large screen in the private room.
I recognized the pose and the background in the photo.
My hands trembled with rage.
Marcus had secretly taken pictures of me when we were intimate!
Then, he produced my therapy records, trying to prove that I was mentally unstable and prone to doing crazy things.
Seeing the color drain from my face, a flicker of satisfaction crossed Marcus's eyes.
"Eliza, how are you going to talk your way out of this now?"
Malicious jeers erupted from the men in the room.
"Wow, I never would've guessed. Eliza's so wild, huh? And a psycho, too."
"Marcus, you really drew the short straw, ending up with a girlfriend like that."
Marcus laughed cruelly: "Now everyone can see her for who she really is."
A chill ran through me at Marcus's words.
This was my boyfriend of four years, letting his friends humiliate me.
Seeing every man in the room fixated on me,
Jessica clenched her fists, her face full of jealous hatred.
Unwilling to be ignored, she continued to shout at me:
"Eliza, at this point, what is there left to deny? I never thought you could be so despicable. You should be thrown in a mental hospital!"
Go to hell.
I only saw a therapist back then because my parents had passed away.
I dug my nails hard into my thigh, forcing myself to calm down.
"What kind of proof are these photos? Anyone can see they were taken in my own home. Besides, Marcus obtained these medical records illegally. He has no right to publicize my private information."
"As for Jessica's photos, she sent those to Marcus herself late at night. And I have the screen recording to prove it.”
The moment the words left my mouth, David's face instantly darkened.
"You have a screen recording?"Looking at Marcus and Jessica's pale faces, a cold smirk played on my lips:
"Of course. It's far too easy to spread rumors these days. I had to be fully prepared, if only for my own protection."
Thank God I was cautious enough back then.
Even at my lowest point, I didn't forget to screen-record everything.
I pulled out my phone and walked toward the computer.
But Jessica suddenly lunged at me, snatched the phone from my hand, and slammed it onto the floor.
Then she raised her hand, slapped me across the face, and snarled:
"Bitch! We have no reason to be enemies, yet you're trying to frame me with a fake video to deceive everyone? Do you take us all for idiots?"