After licking my husband for three years, I finally left.

Just because a photo I shared on social media unintentionally showed my stepsister Veronica's dog in heat, AI-generated explicit images of me were fabricated and spread across the entire internet, branding me as public property, a target for everyone's mockery.

I reported the malicious defamation to the cops, but I was repeatedly told they were "handling it."

Desperately, I called my husband, Julian Thorne, who I'd been married to for three years. His voice was utterly devoid of warmth. "It's AI, not you," he said dismissively. "Why are you so worked up?"