Liar daughter

My kindergarten-aged daughter, Mia Miller, has learned to lie. When Teacher Ethan came for a home visit, my daughter clung to his legs crying, loudly claiming she was a victim of domestic violence, that two of her fingers were broken, and she couldn’t do her homework. Teacher Ethan called the police. I was immediately taken away by officers, and as a result, I lost my job. When I returned home, before I could even scold my daughter, I discovered she had secretly recorded my conversation with Teacher Ethan and shared it in our family group chat. “When Dad’s not home, Teacher Ethan comes to see Mom every day, and when Mom’s in a good mood, she doesn’t hit me.” Andrew Miller, who suddenly burst through the door to catch me in the act, violently kicked my leg with such force that it shattered beneath me. I tearfully explained to Andrew that our daughter was lying, but she just tilted her head innocently. “Mom, I’m just a little kid. I say what I see, and kids don’t lie.” Andrew filed for divorce. In court, I desperately fought for custody of my daughter, but she knelt on the floor crying, begging her father to take her away. “Mia doesn’t want to show photos without clothes to strange men anymore. I’m afraid Mom will hit me. If I tell the truth, will you protect me?” The court publicly revealed the contents of my phone, showing various apps and channels I’d used to make money by sharing photos of my daughter in white stockings and childish yet inappropriately provocative outfits. In the end, I was beaten to death by a group of extreme child protection advocates and mothers who pinned me to the ground and stepped on my neck until I suffocated. I never understood why my daughter, who I had raised with such care, would do this to me. Everything went black, and then when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my daughter accused me of beating her. … 1 “Teacher Ethan, I finished my homework. But last night, my dog Yellow ate it, so I can’t give it to you now,” my daughter said, hugging Teacher Ethan’s leg with a sincere expression. Teacher Ethan looked uncomfortable and turned to me, seeking confirmation about whether Mia was telling the truth. “Ms. Shaw, is what she’s saying true…?” Looking at my daughter’s innocent smile, a chill suddenly ran through my heart as I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, when Mia used the same flimsy excuse to lie to Teacher Ethan, I patiently guided her. “If you haven’t finished your homework, you should bravely admit your mistake. I’ll help you complete it. However, lying is very wrong, and you should apologize to Teacher Ethan.” Unexpectedly, before Teacher Ethan could scold her, my daughter sat down on the floor and cried bitterly. “Teacher Ethan, I really can’t do my homework. My mom comes home drunk every day and abuses me. She just broke two of my fingers, so I can’t hold a pen. Please don’t blame me, Teacher Ethan.” Teacher Ethan quickly took Mia into his arms and, after careful examination, found that two of Mia’s fingers indeed had purple bruises. Without hesitation, he called the police. I desperately explained to the police that my daughter had accidentally injured her fingers while playing on a slide yesterday. Only after retrieving the community surveillance footage did they believe me. However, the incident still reached my workplace, damaging my reputation and causing me to lose my well-paying job with a salary of nearly one million yuan. I couldn’t understand why my usually obedient and sensible daughter would make up such a lie just to avoid doing homework. I dragged my exhausted body home. Before I could discipline my daughter, Andrew, who had rushed back to catch me cheating, kicked me so hard he broke my leg. “You worthless woman! I’m working myself to death to support you two, and you dare have an affair behind my back?” I was bewildered as Andrew held my head down and beat me. Only when I saw the photos my daughter had posted on Facebook did I understand what had happened. [Great! Teacher Ethan came to see Mom again! Mom is always in a good mood when Teacher Ethan visits. Mom’s happy today, so she definitely won’t hit me. I wonder if Teacher Ethan will sleep at our house again today…] I looked at my daughter in disbelief, desperately trying to explain to Andrew that she was lying. My daughter just looked at Andrew innocently. “Daddy, I don’t know what lying means. I just say what I see.” Andrew completely lost his mind and punched me hard in the face several times. “She’s only four and a half years old. How could she possibly lie? You don’t deserve to be a mother. You’re even using your own daughter as an excuse for your affair!” The violent assault left me with permanent physical disabilities, and afterward, Andrew filed for divorce. In court, concerned that my daughter’s lying would only get worse, I fought for custody, wanting to keep her with me to properly guide her. However, she knelt on the floor, crying and begging her father to take her away. “I don’t want to wear those strange clothes for disgusting uncles anymore. I want to go with Daddy so I can study properly. I don’t want Mom to hit me anymore. Please save me.” I stood there stunned, not yet understanding what my daughter had said, when Mrs. Beatrice suddenly rushed forward, grabbed my phone, and handed it to the judge. It was full of provocative, deliberately posed photos of my daughter wearing white socks and black stockings, along with numerous ambiguous transactions with special meanings. “Stella Shaw! Mia is your own daughter! You’d do anything for money. She’s not even five years old, and you’ve already ruined her like this!” Before I could get a second hearing, I was cornered in the hospital by a group of mothers and extreme child rights advocates who strangled me until I suffocated. As I was dying, I only saw my daughter nestled in Andrew’s arms, displaying an extremely cunning smile. Until my death, I never understood why my once obedient daughter, who used to eagerly help me with housework and was a model student, would lie repeatedly to destroy me. Now that I’ve been reborn, I wonder if making different choices could prevent everything that happened in my previous life.

2 I could see the confusion in Teacher Ethan’s eyes as he managed to force a smile. “I’m not sure if the dog ate her homework, but Mia hasn’t been feeling well lately. Would you mind postponing the assignment-related matters, Teacher Ethan?” Teacher Ethan nodded without pressing further. I looked at my daughter and found her smiling sweetly at me, without any trace of that sinister aura from my previous life. I felt oddly relieved. Perhaps she was just being playful. In my previous life, I had been too strict with her studies, pushing her too hard, which might have caused her transformation. She’s just a child after all. With proper communication, small issues like lying should be easy to correct. I stood up and led my daughter to see Teacher Ethan out. But the moment I opened the door, I was absolutely dumbfounded. Andrew suddenly punched Teacher Ethan in the face and viciously kicked him back into the house. “How dare you have an affair in my home! I’ll beat you to death, you pretty boy! If my daughter hadn’t told me the truth, I would’ve been made a fool of for the rest of my life!” I stood frozen, feeling as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. I had already fulfilled my daughter’s requests, so why was she still lying? In our family WhatsApp group, the exact same messages from my previous life appeared, with my daughter’s tone sounding even more pitiful than before. “Mom wants me to call Teacher Ethan ‘Dad.’ I don’t want to, but she’ll hit me if I don’t. What should I do?” Seeing Andrew return, my daughter rushed to him, sobbing. “Daddy, you’re finally back. Mom and Teacher Ethan were hitting me together. I thought I’d never see you again.” Teacher Ethan, dazed from Andrew’s sudden punch, looked at my daughter in shock. “Mia, Teacher Ethan came for a home visit today to check your homework progress. How can you lie like this?” My daughter continued crying. “But why does Teacher Ethan only visit our home? I’m really scared…” Andrew lost all rationality in his anger. “My daughter is only four and a half. She doesn’t lie. You two have an inappropriate relationship and are doing immoral things, then blaming it on Mia. I’m going to teach you both a lesson today!” Seeing Andrew about to throw another punch, I quickly stepped between them. “We can check if Teacher Ethan comes here often by reviewing the security footage from our doorway! That will show whether Mia is telling the truth!” I frowned at Mia, deliberately slowing my speech. “Mia, sweetheart, if you admit now that you just lied, Mommy can forgive you. If you apologize properly, I’ll act like this never happened, okay?” Perhaps sensing my confidence, Andrew looked at our daughter questioningly. “Mia, just tell us the truth. If your mom really hit you, Daddy will definitely make things right.” Though he hadn’t spoken yet, Teacher Ethan finally replied with his usual good nature. “Mia, did you perhaps mix up the timing? Teacher Ethan only conducts home visits occasionally, maybe once a week at most.” My daughter pressed her lips together, crying for a long while, seemingly distressed, before slowly raising her head to look at Andrew. “Daddy, don’t check the security footage. There’s nothing to find.” I let out a long sigh, feeling somewhat relieved as I looked at my daughter. I thought she might just be mischievous, not beyond redemption. With strict guidance and discipline going forward, she could still be set on the right path. But in the next moment, my daughter helplessly shook her head. “Teacher Ethan stays here for a long time every visit. The security footage won’t show anything. But I can testify that Mia isn’t lying.” It felt like someone had struck my brain with a sledgehammer. Andrew’s previously smiling face instantly darkened. “Well, well! You two were just trying to intimidate our daughter into lying. How can you call yourself a mother? How much suffering has Mia endured with you?” Andrew walked straight to the storage room and grabbed a golf club, intending to teach Teacher Ethan and me a lesson. My daughter trembled inexplicably nearby. “Mom often hits my head with this. It hurts so much, she almost kills me every time…” I stared blankly at the club, which was covered in dust, clearly unused for a long time. But Andrew had lost all capacity for rational thought and swung the club toward Teacher Ethan and me. Just as my head was about to be smashed, I quickly grabbed a chair to block the blow while desperately shouting: “Stop! I have witnesses who can prove Mia is lying!”

3 Andrew’s hand gripping the baseball bat was shaking violently, yet he didn’t immediately swing it down for a second strike. “I go to work every day at nine in the morning and finish at five in the afternoon. Mrs. Beatrice downstairs sees it all. If you don’t believe me, surely you believe your mother? Ask her if I’ve ever hit Mia, and you’ll know the truth.” Andrew’s face darkened. He remained silent before finally nodding in reluctant acknowledgment. Mia, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, suddenly and inexplicably raised her wrist to check her watch, then shook her head as she looked at Andrew. “Daddy, it’s very late today. Mia wants to sleep. Can you please not go?” The child’s guilt was so obvious that even Andrew noticed something was off. Without waiting for anyone else to speak, I picked up Mia and headed downstairs to Mrs. Beatrice’s place. Fortunately, years ago, we had bought her an apartment on the first floor to better care for her health. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have a willing witness to tell the truth now. Today, I was determined to correct my daughter’s bad habit of lying. I couldn’t let it go unchecked as I had in the past. I knocked on Mrs. Beatrice’s door without hesitation. “Mom, your son says I’ve been seeing other men and that I frequently beat Mia. Please help us settle this.” Mrs. Beatrice has been very good to me over the years—helping with laundry, cooking, and taking care of the child. I’ve kept all her kindness in my heart and treated her like my own mother. I didn’t need her to embellish anything for me. I just needed her to tell the truth and confirm that Mia was lying today. Mrs. Beatrice held my daughter in her arms, eyeing us warily. “My daughter-in-law does indeed go to work on time every day. And I certainly haven’t seen her bringing men home.” I secretly sighed in relief and was about to confront Andrew when Mrs. Beatrice’s expression suddenly changed, and she began to cry softly. “Alas… what a misfortune for our family… How unlucky Mia is to have you as a mother. I… my son… may I tell you the truth?” I stood there stunned, not understanding what Mrs. Beatrice was doing. She wiped her tears, sobbing with snot and tears streaming down her face. “Every time after Mia gets beaten, she comes to me and cries for a long time. I truly feel heartbroken for my granddaughter. But I was afraid you two would divorce, so I never dared to mention this to you. This is my fault… I’ve let Mia suffer.” I stood there dumbfounded, feeling as if someone had stabbed me in the heart. “Mom… what nonsense are you talking about? Why are you slandering me in front of Andrew!” Mrs. Beatrice looked even more furious than I was. She gritted her teeth and snatched my phone from my hand. “Then explain this! Where did all these photos in your phone come from?” Mrs. Beatrice held up my phone, the screen filled with photos of my daughter. In the pictures, she was wearing overly revealing clothes, tears in the corners of her eyes, yet forcing a smile. I felt as if someone had struck me hard with a bat. I stared at the phone in shock, my head buzzing. In my previous life, strange photos of my daughter had mysteriously appeared on my phone, along with contact information for various men. I was wrongfully accused because of this and died tragically. After being reborn, I immediately deleted all suspicious apps and photos, leaving no trace behind. These photos absolutely could not have reappeared on my phone! But I truly couldn’t understand why the photos I had just deleted were now back again. And besides me, no one else had touched this phone. I tried to grab the phone to see clearly, but Andrew kicked me to the ground first. “You disgust me! Mia is so young, and you’re her mother! How could you make her take such photos to earn money for you? You don’t deserve to be human!” “Today, even if I go to prison for it, I’m going to deal with you once and for all. If I don’t get rid of you, I’d be failing Mia!” I clutched my stomach, appearing to be in extreme pain. “Mia… why are you lying? Who took these photos of you…” Andrew kicked me, causing me to cough up blood, while Mrs. Beatrice added fuel to the fire. “I’ve only wanted to give Mia a happy home, which is why I’ve tolerated you until now. But you beat her mercilessly and torture her daily, making her take those kinds of photos. The things Mia has told us couldn’t possibly be made up, could they?” My daughter stood in the corner, a strange smile on her lips, completely unlike what a kindergartener should look like. “Daddy, if Mom dies, will there be no one to bully me anymore? Will I not have to take those weird photos and can focus on my studies? Is that right?” Mia’s voice was soft and sweet, yet it sent chills down my spine. Andrew was furious. He turned his gaze toward the iron stool on the floor, his eyes becoming both numb and cruel. I backed away step by step, knowing I had nowhere to hide. I lunged for my phone with all my strength, just wanting to understand what had happened in the final moments of my life. When I saw it in my hands, I was too shocked to speak. In that instant, the reason behind all my daughter’s bizarre behavior and lies finally became clear. So that’s it! The truth had been right in front of me all along…

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