Back home from my trip, the housekeeper dragged my husband and me to court. In the courtroom, her pregnant belly proudly displayed, Chloe’s voice trembled with anguish: “Daniel Miller and his wife are absolutely disgusting excuses for humans! They used a job ad as a trap, lured me into their home, and then tied me to the bed and abused me!” “The child in my belly is Daniel Miller’s bastard!” Her mother, Martha, sobbed uncontrollably: “These two monsters completely ruined my daughter’s life! They deserve to be sentenced to death!” The moment she finished, the public gallery erupted in a chorus of curses directed at my husband and me: “That scumbag is so brazen, he didn’t even show up for court! Lock him up!” “Yeah! And look at his wife, she’s actually smiling! She’s utterly heartless, they should both just die!” The next second, I presented my evidence, making everyone gasp. The moment I got home, I habitually pulled out my phone to browse my SnapChat feed. Suddenly, a plea for help from a local online forum popped up. I tapped on it, and the title made my finger pause: [Housekeeper assaulted by male employer, what should I do?] The description below made me frown involuntarily: [Shortly after I moved in, the madam said she was going on a trip and left me alone at home.] [The moment she left, the master came back…] The words “on a trip” made me freeze for a second. I had just returned from a trip, and I had also hired a housekeeper. I scrolled down further: [He dragged me into the bedroom. I didn’t dare to fight back. Afterwards, he threatened me not to tell anyone. I’m so scared.] [Now I found out I’m pregnant, and the madam just got back. I don’t know what to do.] [Oh, and when he assaulted me, he said the madam knew all about it.] The comment section was already blowing up: [Call the police, girl! Don’t let those beasts get away with it!] [Husband and wife working together? That’s just sick!] [So much time has passed, it’ll be hard to prove. I suggest you talk to the employers privately first, see if you can get compensation.] I scrolled down further and saw that the poster had liked the last comment. And replied: [Thanks for the advice, I’ll talk to them first.] Just then, Chloe, who had been cleaning, suddenly spoke up: “Stella, there’s something I want to tell you.” My heart sank, inexplicably linking it to the forum post I’d just read, but I kept my face calm: “Go ahead.” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper: “I’m pregnant, three months.” “It’s… it’s Daniel’s.” I froze, my world tilting, the word “absurd” flashing through my mind. The “Daniel” she spoke of was my husband, Daniel Miller. I almost instinctively asked her: “Do you know what you’re saying?” Chloe nodded, tears welling in her eyes: “Stella, don’t worry, I have no intention of breaking up your family.” “Just give me five million, for child support, plus another two million for my personal damages.” “From now on, I won’t bother you or Daniel again.” At first glance, it sounded incredibly considerate, but in reality, it was an outrageous demand. Looking at her serious face, I only felt amusement. Because I knew very well that my husband could never do such a thing. I composed myself, staring at her steadily, enunciating each word: “This is extortion, and I won’t give you a single penny!” Chloe frowned slightly, looking at me: “As a woman, you should understand that no woman would lie about her honor.” “Besides, this amount of money is nothing to you.” “I don’t want to make things ugly.” I let out a cold laugh: “I’m not short on cash, but I’m not stupid!” Seeing that I wouldn’t budge, Chloe’s voice suddenly rose, her eyes sharp: “Are you sure you won’t pay? Fine, then I’ll expose everything! The forums, social media, your company – I won’t spare a single one.” I met her gaze: “Go ahead. I’m ready for whatever comes next.” Chloe glared at me fiercely: “Alright, let’s see if you’re still so tough in court!” With that, she turned and slammed the door shut. Chloe posted an edited version of that conversation online, quickly causing a massive uproar. The post went viral, and the comment section was filled with insults against me—”sick couple,” “scumbags,” “accomplice.” Less than a week later, I received a court summons. On the day of the hearing, I arrived at the courthouse on time.
The moment I stepped into the courtroom, I saw Chloe and her mother seated at the plaintiff’s table. As I passed, Chloe hastily lowered her head, shoulders slightly hunched, looking frightened. Her mother pulled her close protectively, staring at me with venom: “Don’t be scared, Chloe, Mom’s here.” “With so many people here today, those evil people will definitely get what’s coming to them!” I stopped in front of them, nodding in agreement: “You’re right. Evil people always get their comeuppance.” Chloe’s eyelashes fluttered. I said nothing more and walked straight to the defendant’s table. The gavel fell, and the trial officially began. The plaintiff’s attorney, Mr. Davidson, stood first: “First, let the victim describe the incident.” Chloe sniffled, her voice catching as she began: “Stella… no, Ms. Miller, she tricked me into her home under the guise of offering a job. At first, she said she lived alone and wanted me to prepare her meals and handle daily cleaning.” “After working for about a month, she said she was going on a trip and left me alone at home. Before she left, she gave me a drink. After I drank it, I felt dizzy. Then, her husband came back… and dragged me into the room.” As she spoke, tears streamed down her face: “That man… he pinned me down on the bed, and he… he assaulted me.” Chloe’s words immediately ignited the courtroom. The public gallery was outraged: “That’s inhuman!” “This is clearly a conspiracy between husband and wife!” Ignoring the insults, I stood up and spoke in a cold voice: “My husband would absolutely never do such a thing!” Then I looked at Chloe: “Why didn’t you report it to the police immediately after the incident?” Chloe, still crying, replied: “He said if I dared to tell anyone, he’d make sure my family and I would never have a good day again.” “I’m just an employee, I wouldn’t dare go against people like you. It was later, when I found out I was pregnant, that I gathered the courage to seek justice…” A hushed murmur of discussion broke out in the gallery, with a few curses filtering through: “Worse than an animal!” “The wife isn’t any good either, protecting a rapist!” Chloe’s mother seized the opportunity to wail mournfully: “My daughter’s life is ruined forever…” As she wiped away tears, a fleeting glint of triumph flashed in her eyes, aimed at me. I frowned deeply, raising my voice: “You’re lying. My husband couldn’t possibly have raped you.” Hearing this, Mr. Davidson immediately interjected: “Your Honor, we have crucial evidence.” Before everyone’s eyes, he produced a USB drive and inserted it into a computer. After some adjustments, a recording played through the courtroom speakers: First, a sharp cry: “Stella! Help me!” Then, a man’s low, mocking chuckle: “You’re asking Stella for help?” “Looks like you still don’t get it. Her leaving was just to clear the way for us.” “Just make me happy, and money, work, anything you want… Be a good girl.” This was followed by Chloe’s desperate sobs and sounds of struggle: “No! Please, let me go, I promise I won’t say anything! Please!” The recording ended abruptly with Chloe’s piercing whimpers. Chloe was already covering her face, trembling and sobbing. Her mother shot to her feet, pointing at us and screaming: “You hear that?! These devils conspired together! They tricked my daughter into their home just to force her!”
The public gallery erupted in gasps, some people’s eyes red with emotion: “Those mother and daughter are so pathetic, to run into this pair of scumbag spouses!” “Arrest the woman too! Accomplices are despicable!” Amidst the angry shouts, I clenched my fists: “How can you prove that voice is my husband’s?” Mr. Davidson looked at me: “The evidence is here. After technical comparison, there’s a 95% probability that this voice belongs to Daniel Miller!” Facing such evidence, I retorted emphatically: “Impossible, that voice is not my husband’s!” Because I knew perfectly well that Chloe could never have met my husband. Mr. Davidson frowned deeply: “Defendant, the evidence has been professionally authenticated! You can’t just dismiss it with an empty denial!” Chloe wiped away tears: “That was… when he had me pinned down, I desperately managed to secretly start the recording… every word, every cry is real! How can you still lie like this, even now?!” By the end, she was almost incoherent with sobs, her slender shoulders heaving violently, looking utterly pathetic. I let out another cold laugh: “There are plenty of people in the world with similar voices. How can you be so sure it’s my husband?” Mr. Davidson looked at me and scoffed: “Since the defendant finds the evidence unconvincing, I have a second piece of evidence.” He lowered his head and continued to operate the computer. Moments later, the large screen at the front of the courtroom lit up. A video began to play. It was surveillance footage from my living room, from the evening I left home. The living room lights were dim, and a man opened the door and walked in. He walked directly towards Chloe, who was standing in the living room: “You’re Chloe? Tsk, she didn’t lie to me, you really are… quite pretty.” Before he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed Chloe’s wrist. The bottle in Chloe’s hand fell to the floor, and she struggled weakly, her voice terrified: “What are you doing! Let go! Help me—” The man easily overpowered her resistance. After a few rough tugs, he actually lifted her over his shoulder and strode towards the bedroom. The door slammed shut with a bang. Immediately after, faint cries and sounds of struggle seeped from under the door, startlingly consistent with the previously played audio recording. The video ended there. Mr. Davidson turned to the entire courtroom, his voice heavy with grief: “This is surveillance footage extracted from the defendant’s home camera!” “After professional comparison, the man in the surveillance video, his build and clothing, are highly consistent with Daniel Miller!” Then he turned to me: “Defendant, are you still going to say this isn’t Daniel Miller?” The public gallery murmured with disbelief: “Irrefutable evidence! The footage is crystal clear!” “She was so stubborn just now, let’s see how she spins it now!” Someone even stood up excitedly and shouted: “What’s there to say to an accomplice with no conscience like her?! Your Honor, pass judgment quickly! Make them rot in jail!” Under the countless burning, contemptuous, and angry stares, I slowly rose, my gaze fixed on Chloe: “You keep claiming that was my husband. So I ask you, have you ever actually seen Daniel Miller in person before this?” Chloe stood up, holding her belly: “I worked at your house for three months, how could I not have seen your husband?!” “And he opened your door so naturally, his build and clothes match, who else could it be but your husband?” The people in the public gallery also began to insult me: “The audio and video evidence are laid out, and she still won’t admit it!” “Helping a rapist bully a vulnerable girl, how despicable!!” “Just looking at her, you can tell she’s no good. The couple is just as disgusting!”
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