Scared to Death, Mr. Vance? I'm Back From the Dead
Language: en
My daughter was accused of stealing at school. When I rushed to the principal's office, I realized the boy who had framed her was my ex-husband's son. A cold sneer formed in my heart. This scene was a carbon copy of how my ex-husband had set me up five years ago. Except, my ex-husband was infinitely more vicious. The teacher froze, looking between us. "Do you two parents know each other?" I spoke calmly: "Yes. I'm his ex-wife." The ex-wife whom her own husband had personally committed to a psychiatric asylum. The one whose face he had ruined. The one everyone believed was a raving…