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Wendy Harper’s smile froze.In six years of marriage, I had never once argued with her.She had never expected me to shut her down with a single sentence.Yvonne Sinclair stood in the entryway. Her backpack strap had slipped down to her elbow. Her eyes immediately filled with tears.“Mom, I told you he didn’t want me here. You didn’t believe me.”Wendy set the suitcase against the wall and walked over to the coffee table.“Henry, what do you mean by that?“Yvonne is your daughter too. She’s about to take the SATs. Why can’t she come home for a few months?”I looked at her.Wendy was forty-five. She took good care of herself and looked about thirty-seven or thirty-eight.In my past life, I had been fooled by her gentle and caring appearance.But in court, she had said, “I saw him come out of my daughter’s room in the middle of the night.”When the judge asked her exactly what time it happened, she could not say.When the judge asked how many times she had seen it, she had s

Wendy looked up. Her lips moved, but she did not say a word.Yvonne spoke first. “Grandma, please don’t blame Dad. This is all my fault.“I shouldn’t have asked to move back home. I only thought the dorm was too noisy. I didn’t think about how much pressure Dad has been under at work lately.”She looked at me. Her eyes were slightly teary.“Dad, I’m sorry. Please don’t divorce Mom. If you think I’m a burden, I’ll come home less often.“After high school, I’ll find a part-time job. I won’t spend any more of the family’s money.“But Mom has been married to you for six years. She really cares about you. Please don’t argue because of me, okay?”Tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke.My mother’s eyes turned teary too.“See? Do you hear how sensible this girl is? Why do you still want to kick her out?!“If anyone’s leaving, it’s you! I’ve made up my mind. Yvonne is staying here!”In my past life, this was exactly how she had won my mother over.She praised Yvonne to everyon

As the car turned into the apartment complex, I could see a crowd gathered outside my building.Ryan stood at the front of the crowd. He held a bucket of red paint and was splashing it all over my front door.When he saw my car, he turned around and shouted, “The monster is back! He actually has the nerve to come back!”The crowd rushed toward us. Some people banged on the car windows. Others spat on the car.Harrison immediately turned the car around and sped out of the complex.I leaned back in the passenger seat and closed my eyes. I silently calculated how much time I had left.The online harassment, the paint, the crowd blocking my door. Everything was exactly the same as in my previous life.On this day in my previous life, my mother had broken her hip outside the police station.This time, I had sent my mother on vacation to Skyhaven. She had even taken a bunch of photos and sent them to me.In the pictures, she wore a sun hat and smiled with her eyes almost closed as s

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

The 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