Scared to Death, Mr. Vance? I'm Back From the Dead

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.