No Turning Back, Ethan

The scent of lemon cleaner usually filled our home, a fresh reminder of the life my husband Ethan and I built.

But returning from my architecture conference, I was hit by Chloe' s cloying perfume, a scent that tasted like a premonition.

I found my best friend Chloe on my sofa, eyes red, trembling as she confessed: "I slept with Ethan… on your wedding night. And Ava… I' m pregnant."

Then came the weapon-a positive pregnancy test and a deepfake video, my face superimposed on hers, titled "homewrecker" by an online mob.