Then, she slammed her bowl down.
“I want cheese fondue!” she announced.
Internally, I scoffed. On the outside, I kept my voice soft and concerned.
“But your teacher said you’re not allowed to eat that, remember? Listen to us, sweetie, okay?”
She puffed up, face red, and screamed, “You’re lying! You’re abusing me! You want to kill me! Daddy, call the cops! Have her arrested!”
I watched her cry and scream, and my face turned cold.
“Fine,” I said. “Call them. Let’s see who’s really lying.”
She froze. Her eyes flickered with panic.
She hadn’t expected that.
Just as I thought I might finally avoid the disaster from my last life… she grabbed a fork from the table and dragged it across her cheek!
Collective gasps filled the room as blood trickled down my daughter’s face in bright, deep, red streaks.
“Mommy,” she sobbed, “my face… My face hurts so much! I can’t go to the livestream anymore! Please, Mommy, don’t hit me again! I’ll… I’ll be good. I’ll listen. Mommy, please…”
She did it again. She framed me—again.
Tyson’s face twisted in rage. He slapped me hard across the face.
“What the hell is going on, Sadie?! You pushed her this far?!”
My in-laws were in shock. Heartbroken. But they still tried to calm him down.
As our daughter cried and explained her version of events, Tyson snatched my phone to look for evidence.
I wasn’t worried. I had just checked. There was nothing there.
But as he scrolled, his face grew darker, like a storm brewing behind his eyes.
My in-laws, alarmed by the way he was breathing—heavy, furious—rushed over to look.
“Sadie!” Harold barked. “How could you force my granddaughter into this?!”
“What has our family ever done to you?” Priscilla cried. “How could you humiliate her like this?”
Harold was shaking. He was so angry he stood and flipped the dining table.
Priscilla was wiping tears, muttering that it all made sense now. “No wonder Niah has been acting so strange!”
So apparently, I’d been abusing her behind their backs all along?
“No! I didn’t do anything!” I shouted, louder and louder, but no one was listening.
Tyson’s eyes were bloodshot. He hit me, knocking me hard to the floor.
Then, he shoved the phone in my face. “There’s proof. It’s all here! And you—you still dare deny it?!”
His voice trembled not with fear, but with fury. Like he could tear me apart right there.
I stared at the screen in utter disbelief.