FAZER LOGINWhen my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked her for details, she burst into tears. “I don’t want to talk about it again…” In court, Wendy testified, “I saw him come out of my daughter’s room in the middle of the night.” The police could not find any physical evidence or DNA, but I was still sentenced to three years in prison. My mother came to visit me with a cane. She limped the whole way. On her way to the prison, an overloaded dump truck hit her. She never made it to the hospital. When I saw her one last time at the funeral home, I still had handcuffs on. Yvonne came to visit me with her punk-looking boyfriend. She smiled at me through the glass. “Dad, I really didn’t want things to turn out this way. But you kept trying to stop me from being with Jason. It was really annoying.” I spent three years in prison. By the time I was released and went home, Yvonne had taken over the house. She had screamed, “Help! That monster is back to get me!” Once again, everyone treated me like an outcast. In the end, I found myself on the roof of a high-rise. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to three years before everything happened. Yvonne stood outside my house with her schoolbag on her back. Wendy stood behind her with Yvonne’s suitcase. “Henry, Yvonne’s school dorm is too noisy. Let her stay at home for a few months.” I sat on the couch and put down the remote. “No. I won’t allow it.”
Ver maisThe sky was bright blue on the day of the trial.I stood at the bottom of the courthouse steps and looked up. I took a deep breath.In my previous life, I had been dragged inside in handcuffs.The cuffs had cut into my wrists. My mother had stood in the hallway with her cane and called my name, but a court officer had stopped her at the barrier.The scene in this life was vastly different. I wore a suit I had bought myself, and I helped my mother up the steps.I had not wanted her to come, but she said, “It’s my son’s case. Who else should be there if not me? This is all my fault.“If I hadn’t told you to let her move back home, none of this would have happened...”“It’s not your fault, Mom. If she wanted to hurt me, she would have found another chance.“You have a kind heart. There’s nothing wrong with that.”Yvonne stood in the defendant’s box in the orange uniform from the detention center.She had lost a lot of weight. Her hair was short, and the sweet, obedient mask she
Wendy had lost a lot of weight in just a few days.Her cheekbones stuck out, her eyes were sunken, and a few more strands of gray had appeared at her temples.“Henry, I came to ask you for a favor…”She stood at the door. She looked completely lost. After a long silence, she finally said, “Could you drop the charges against Yvonne?”“What did you say?”Her knees gave out, and she dropped to the floor.“Yvonne is having a terrible time in detention. The guards said she cries every day. She can barely eat, and she’s lost a lot of hair.“She isn’t even eighteen yet. She’s still a kid.“Her SAT is coming up. If she ends up with a criminal record, her whole life will be ruined!“Henry, you raised her for six years. Even if she did something wrong, can’t you forgive her just this once?”I stood in front of her and looked down at the woman I had shared six years of my life with.“Wendy, get up.”She did not move.“Henry, I know I wronged you. I shouldn’t have helped Yvonne lie. I
The day after the livestream, the police took Yvonne into custody.She was not there as a victim, but as a suspect.A recording of the livestream spread all over the internet. It got more than 20 million views.The hashtag “Yvonne Sinclair Falsely Accused Her Stepfather” shot to the top of the trending list. More than 50 million people joined the discussion online.Jason was arrested at a casino on the east side of town.The police stormed in just as he put the last few hundred dollars he had left on the table. He kept shouting, “That hand was going to turn everything around!”The interrogation lasted two days.“If that old man hadn’t stuck his nose into our business and stopped Yvonne from dating me, I never would’ve thought about hurting him.”Jason was the first to crack. He confessed everything. He told the police how Yvonne had planned everything, how they had divided up the work, and how they planned to get rid of Wendy as well after they got the house.The more he confe
Before I started my livestream, I called David and gave him a heads-up.Then, I plugged the USB drive with the security footage into my computer and clicked upload.The files were huge. They were high-definition and uncompressed. The timestamps covered everything from three months ago to three days ago.The first clip showed Yvonne in the living room. She was on a video call with Jason, and she had a sweet smile on her face. Their voices were crystal clear.“When are you going to deal with your stepfather? The casino keeps asking for the money.”“Soon. I’ll play nice for a few more days. Once he completely trusts me, we can make our move.”The timestamp was from one month ago.The second clip showed Yvonne in the study. She sat in front of the computer for half an hour after Wendy fell asleep. She expertly edited fake messages.The timestamp was three days before Yvonne reported me to the police.The third clip showed Yvonne open her window in the middle of the night. Jason cl


















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