At dinner, my son-in-law slap/ped my daughter, again and again. His mother applauded, saying, “That’s how she learns.” My blood ran cold. I stood up quietly, took out my phone, and made one call. They had no idea who they’d just challenged…

She sent me a link to a blog. It was called The Truth Behind False Accusations. It was anonymous but professionally designed. The most recent post was titled “The Case of Mark M: When a Corrupt Family Destroys an Innocent Man.”

I read it with growing horror. The article painted Mark as a loving and successful husband, a victim of a “radical feminist lawyer”—me—and her manipulative daughter, Ariana. It claimed we had invented everything to keep his money.

“There is more,” Lucy said, her voice tense. “The blog has been shared almost 3,000 times in the last 24 hours. It is in Facebook groups, on Twitter. There is even a hashtag: #JusticeForMark.”

They were destroying my reputation, and worse, they were destroying Ariana. She was fired from her job “to avoid scandal.” Her friends stopped calling. We were being isolated, systematically.

I knew who was behind it. Helen. Even from her temporary holding cell, or through her lawyers, she was pulling strings.

Then came the anonymous package.

One morning, Commander Miller called me to the station. “Attorney, we have new evidence. An anonymous package arrived this morning.”

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