After I was rescued from a staged kidnapping,my wife Vanessa moved out of our bedroom on her own.

After I was rescued from a staged kidnapping, my wife Vanessa moved out of our bedroom on her own. No matter how I explained, she insisted I had been attacked because I had cheated. Even when I tried to touch her, she screamed and threw up on me. Friends and relatives looked at me with more and more pity. Everyone told me, Vanessa is a good woman. Stop tormenting her. Even my son snapped, you're so filthy. Why do you have to force mom? From then on, I was branded a cheater and a lunatic. Spent the rest of my life in misery and despair. And in my old age, I ended that wretched life by throwing myself into a lake. Only after I died did I learn that the kidnapping had been staged by Vanessa herself. She used my guilt to make me take care of our son and her father. Meanwhile, she kept herself pure for the man she'd never gotten over and lived a carefree life with him. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I was rescued. Collapsed in the street, clothes in disarray, Vanessa Coleman draped a jacket over me, her eyes filled with well practiced, aching concern. Don't talk about it. Let's go home first. The neighbor's stairs cut like knives. Shuddering, I realized the truth. I was reborn in my past life. I was kidnapped for no clear reason and dumped outside my house 24 hours later. Filthy And drained, Vanessa played the perfect wife, refusing to let anyone touch my wounds or ask questions. You're fragile right now. Leave everything to me, she had said. I believed her.#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama