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I had three hours before my daughter was
supposed to jump.
But I still couldn’t figure out what was going
- on.
Just thinking about how my happy little girl
would turn into a cold body made me sweat.
Last time, everything happened so suddenly, I
was helpless to stop it.
This time, I would not let that happen.
After a few more words with my daughter’s
teacher, I left.
But I didn’t go far, I just kept watching them.
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I didn’t leave until the school was all locked
up and the classes had started.
I sat in my car, racking my brain.
Why was I being branded as a monster when I
did nothing?
Why was my daughter fine when she left, but
then hours later, at school, she jumped to her
death, with her body covered in long term
abuse marks?
Why did Mark‘ and the teacher, who I thought were good, change and accuse me of things
that I didn’t do?
These questions were swirling around in my
head, making it hard to focus.
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I knew that something was wrong.
But I couldn’t figure out where it had all gone
off the rails.
So, I tried to think back to the last life, and
find the missing piece.
After thinking for forty minutes, the answer
finally clicked.
I immediately called my secretary.
“Hey, I need you to look into something for
me!”
I waited in the car, my heart beating fast.
I needed to know if I was close to the truth.
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Ten minutes later, my secretary called back
with his findings.
As I listened to him, my hand shook on my
phone.
It was all just like I thought!
I spoke firmly, “I need you to take care of
something for me, fast, no matter the cost!”
“Remember, don’t tell anyone.
After that call, I drove away from the school.
Two hours later, the teacher called.
Over and over, as if she was panicked.
When I didn’t answer, she started texting.
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“Mrs. Jones, something terrible happened,
your daughter jumped off a building at the
school, you need to come now!”
“Mrs. Jones, why aren’t you answering? You
need to come to the school!”
The texts kept coming.
I just turned my phone off, and went back to
watching the movie I’d started.
Half an hour later, the movie was done, so I
turned on my phone to find that every social
platform was attacking me.
People were even live–streaming.
The streaming location was my daughter’s
school.
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In the video, the teacher had tears in her
eyes, crying out,
“She was so well–behaved, the teachers and
children loved her so much.”
“I just don’t understand how a mother could
treat such a sweet child this way.
“She told me she’d rather die than go home, I
thought she was joking, I never thought she
would do this for real.‘
“She was only five, how much pain was she in
to make this choice?”
“I’ve called her mother over a dozen times
and she won’t answer, like her daughter’s
death doesn’t even matter, how could a
mother be so cold?”
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Then, the teacher played a recording.
In the recording, my daughter said quietly,
“Miss Peterson, can I give you all my candy,
please, don’t make me go home, Mommy hits
me every day.”
“I am so scared of her, I don’t want to go
home.
My daughter’s eyes were full of tears, and
terror.
The teacher looked like she was about to cry.
The live–stream went viral.
Everyone on the stream was saying how sad
it was that my daughter had died, and calling
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Mark was there as well, noiding nis dead
daughter and crying for the camera,
“Because she is rich, She thinks she’s better
than me, she beats me and my daughter and
doesn’t treat us like humans.
Then Mark rolled up his sleeve to show the
bruises on his arm.
“I’ve considered leaving her, but she said if I
left, she would take our daughter from me.”
“I put up with it because I love my daughter”
“But then she pushed her to jump off a
building!”
“I hate that I ever married this monster of a
woman!”
Like in the last life, Mark was very convincing
when he talked about my abuse, and he acted
so sad and in pain.
The audience was furious.
“Oh my god, how could a woman be so
disgusting?”
“She shouldn’t have kids, she doesn’t deserve
to live, her parents have to be monsters too,
may god kill them all in the worst way!”
“I want to kill her so bad, someone please do
it already! ”
Everyone online was filled with anger and
wanted me dead.
The public outrage was enormous.
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Last time, after seeing my daughter’s body,
my husband’s betrayal, and the internet hate,
I broke down, I couldn’t defend myself.
I ended up in prison, where the other inmates
killed me.
And even worse, my parents died because of
my actions.
But this time, as history repeated itself, I
didn’t feel despair or sadness, instead, it felt
like sweet revenge was coming.
I put away my phone, and drove to my
daughter’s school.
I looked at the crowd that was blocking the
entrance.
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And I grinned.
The show was about to begin!
