Her Lie About a Dark Basement

The housekeeper called the cops and accused me of horrific abuse.

She told them I dragged her into my basement and locked her in the dark for three days and three nights.

On the witness stand, she cried until her voice went hoarse.

The bruises on her skin, the terrifying audio recordings, the eyewitness testimonies. The evidence was absolutely ironclad.

The courtroom gallery cursed me, calling me a monster. The internet demanded I be locked away forever. My tech company was on the verge of being burned to the ground by angry mobs.

Through it all, I did not say a single word.