Framed at My Wedding, He Chose My Sister

On the night of my wedding, the big screen suddenly played a video of me wrapped around a strange man, kissing him.

There was nothing I could say to defend myself, and my mother-in-law dragged me out to demand an explanation.

By the time I'd proven the video had been fabricated with AI, my new husband had already carried out his revenge, consummating his marriage with the adopted daughter.

My father sighed, his face perfectly composed.

"What's done is done. What happened has happened. You'll just have to accept it, and I won't hear another word about this."