She Framed Me on Live TV,But I Came Back to Ruin Her

I was the homeroom teacher of my own nephew.

On Women's Day, the nephew who had never liked me walked up and handed me a pink plastic rose.

Ms. Donaldson, my mom says all those times you were hard on me, it was for my own good. She told me to apologize. Happy Women's Day!

I was touched. He was finally growing up. But the moment I took the flower, my sister appeared in the doorway with her phone raised, already livestreaming.

"Ms. Donaldson, accepting bribes in broad daylight! Do you think we parents are idiots?"

She snatched the flower from my hands and tore it apart. That was when I saw the hundred-dollar bills tucked between the petals.

The livestream exploded. By the end of the day, I was trending online thirteen separate times.

The internet tore me apart. I was fired. Someone splashed red paint across my front door. Parents who had praised me to my face as a wonderful teacher went online and claimed I'd taken their money too.

I had nowhere left to turn. I went to my mother, begging her to help clear my name. She threw me out.

"I told you to look after your nephew. You wouldn't even pull a few strings for him. You brought this on yourself."

In a daze, I climbed to the rooftop and jumped.

In the last second before everything went dark, I heard my nephew's voice.

"Good riddance. That's what you get for sticking me in the back row."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment I'd taken the flower stuffed with cash.

The classroom door flew open with a bang, and the sound snapped my foggy consciousness back into focus.

My sister, Jennifer Donaldson, was already striding toward me with her phone raised.

I'd seen this exact scene play out before. I knew she was livestreaming.

I also knew that long before she'd kicked open that door, she'd been sobbing to her audience about how I played favorites with students, took money from parents, and treated kids differently based on what their families could offer.

She shoved the camera in my face.

"Ms. Donaldson, don't you think you owe everyone an explanation? Why would a student be giving you money?"

"This was my son's allowance. Every last dollar he saved up on his own. If I hadn't noticed his wallet was empty this morning, how much more would you have conned out of my child?"

In my previous life, the ambush had sent me into a panic. I'd scrambled to defend myself, but every word only fed the frenzy in the comments.

Sure, she says she didn't take money. And we're just supposed to believe her? Teachers these days have zero integrity.

Look how smooth she is. She's clearly had practice. Forget teaching, she should try acting.

Who knows how she got that "Outstanding Teacher" award in the first place.

I drew a slow breath and looked Jennifer straight in the eye.

"Before you interrogate me, maybe you should explain something first. Every other student gave me a card. Your son is the only one who handed me cash."

"Without your knowledge, your child independently decided to bribe his teacher. Shouldn't you be asking yourself whether there's a problem with your parenting?"

Jennifer clearly hadn't expected me to be this calm. She stood there, mouth working, unable to form a response.

It was my nephew, Tim Dickerson, who cracked first.

"That's not true! You told me yesterday that if I gave you the money, you'd tutor me on the side!"

The livestream erupted.

Tim wore a look of pure innocence, as if he were the real victim in all of this.

What incredible acting. If I hadn't already died once, I never would have imagined that the idea to frame me with planted cash had come from him in the first place.

I was about to speak when a voice cut in from the hallway.

"Ms. Donaldson, you have truly disappointed me."

Principal Lawrence.

My fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms.

In my last life, he'd been terrified the school would get dragged into the scandal. He'd fired me before the day was out.

Later, he didn't even bother investigating. He just posted an official announcement declaring that the school would never tolerate a teacher with such corrupt morals.

One announcement. That was all it took to seal my guilt.

The people who'd been on the fence grabbed their keyboards and joined the mob.

I didn't even dare open my text messages. I knew every single one would be filled with the vilest curses imaginable.

Principal Lawrence clearly knew Jennifer was livestreaming. He walked right up to the camera.

"Rest assured, our school will not allow this kind of parasite to poison our children's futures. We will hold her fully accountable."

The students in my class were stunned by the spectacle, whispering to each other in their seats.

I didn't waste another breath on any of them. I pushed past Principal Lawrence, who was blocking the doorway, and walked out of the classroom.

"Since that's how it is, I'll see you all in court."

I went home and immediately contacted a college friend who worked at a law firm.

In my previous life, she'd heard about what happened to me and offered to help on her own.

But within two days, she couldn't reach me anymore.

She assumed I'd lost my nerve.

The truth was, someone had shown up at my door and trashed my apartment. My phone and laptop were both destroyed.

By that point, my depression had already progressed to severe. When I saw the wreckage of my home, I didn't have the will to fight back anymore.

But this time, everything would be different.

By the time I finished contacting the lawyer, the livestream had already gone viral.

Just like in my previous life, my mother called.

"Melissa Donaldson! You've humiliated this entire family! Why don't you just go die!"

I'd heard these exact words once before. But hearing that familiar voice again still stung.

"Do you have any idea what people are saying about you online? The neighbors, the relatives, they're all saying I raised a daughter who turned out to be a parasite! You've ruined my entire life!"

"If I'd known this was coming, I should've strangled you the day you were born!"

She ranted for what felt like an eternity before finally going quiet.

I picked up the phone.

"Have you ever said any of this to Jennifer?"

"What does your sister have to do with this!"

The answer I expected.

Even though she knew perfectly well that Jennifer had orchestrated this whole thing to destroy me.

"Your sister was disciplining you. Isn't that her right?"

"Timmy is in your class! Your sister just asked you to look after him a little, and you couldn't even do that. You brought this on yourself!"

Look after him.

What Jennifer called "looking after him" meant ignoring it when Tim cheated on exams. It meant pretending I didn't see him snapping a female classmate's bra strap. It meant taking his side when he bullied other students.

On the other end of the line, she was still screaming.

I didn't respond. After I hung up, a wave of exhaustion hit me all at once.

My mother had favored sons over daughters her whole life, but somehow I was the only daughter she despised.

After Jennifer was born, my mother had been dead set on trying for a boy.

I was her disappointment.

Growing up, everything I wore and used were Jennifer's hand-me-downs, even though our family wasn't that strapped for cash.

When I told her I wanted a new outfit, she just threw one of Jennifer's faded dresses in my face.

"This family only planned for one daughter. You were never supposed to exist. Be grateful you have anything to wear at all."

That was when I understood. I was never wanted.

What I hadn't expected was that the neglect would curdle into resentment and scheming.

Jennifer married and had a child right after college, while I went all the way through grad school.

Relatives and family friends all said our mother should be proud.

But she lived in the house I bought, took the supplements I paid for, and never once gave me a kind word.

Jennifer was even worse. I was still in college when she started asking me for money.

"I'm your sister. What's wrong with asking you for a little money? You know I'm just a housewife now. I don't have any income. What, you want to watch me sweat over a few hundred dollars?"

A few hundred dollars. That wasn't hard to manage.

But a few hundred here, a few hundred there, over and over again?

She knew I was just a student. She knew my family didn't give me a living allowance. And still, she held her hand out without a shred of hesitation.

It only got worse after Tim was born.

I'd just finished my master's degree and was in the thick of job hunting. Jennifer didn't want to pay for a nanny, so she got our mother to trick me into coming home to take care of her kid.

Before Tim turned two, he spent far more time in my arms than he ever did in Jennifer's.

Once he was older, she turned me into her free tutor. When his grades were good, it was because her son was naturally brilliant. When they slipped, it was because I'd been a bad influence.

After so many years, I'd gotten used to all of it.

Until she told me to pull strings for Tim at school. To shortchange other students for his benefit.

That was the first time I ever said no to her.

It cost me my life.

My mother's texts kept rolling in, one after another. She talked about how she'd raised me, how hard her life had been.

All of it aimed at one goal.

She wanted me to admit to taking bribes, then apologize to Jennifer and Tim.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The demand was absurd, and yet they issued it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But I didn't have the energy to fight her right now. I knew Jennifer had prepared something else to destroy me.

Just like in my previous life, another video hit the trending page that night.

The man in the video was the father of one of my top students.

"My kid is in Melissa Donaldson's class. The other parents all assumed that since my daughter's grades were good, Ms. Donaldson would treat her well."

"But what you don't know is that ever since Donaldson became the homeroom teacher, she's been dropping hints. Our family has given her at least two hundred thousand dollars. It was only because of that money that she was ever nice to my daughter."

Then came the chat screenshots, carefully cropped to remove all context.

Some of them were outright fabricated.

Every line of those messages was blown up, zoomed in on, dissected word by word. Every punctuation mark was analyzed in essay-length posts, all of it treated as ironclad evidence of my guilt.

It didn't take long before I was doxxed. My personal information was plastered across the internet.

They found out Tim was my nephew, and the vitriol turned even uglier.

She'd scam her own nephew? Is she even human?

Think about it. If a student were a teacher's relative, they'd normally get special treatment at school. If her own nephew was forced to spend his pocket money buying her gifts, Donaldson must have been targeting this kid on purpose.

My lawyer called and asked if I wanted to get ahead of it, try to contain the damage.

I shook my head.

"Let it burn. The bigger, the better."

I wasn't after some slap on the wrist.

I wanted them to pay the full price.

Jennifer's call came through.

"Melissa. How does it feel? Scared yet?"

"I want you to remember this lesson. That's what you get for sticking my son in the last row on purpose."

What a joke.

Seating in my class was on a rotation. Everyone took turns. Tim couldn't stand sitting in the back for even a single day and wanted me to permanently assign him the best seat in the room.

The audacity was truly something.

On the other end of the line, Tim's voice dripped with glee.

"This isn't nearly enough of a lesson."

"That's right, everything my son says is right," Jennifer cooed.

She finished praising Tim, then turned her venom back on me.

"Melissa, since you're my sister, I'll give you one chance. Bow and apologize to me and my son, and then pay our family a settlement."

"And another thingTimmy's always been terrible at math. You let him come to your place for free tutoring, and we'll forgive you."

I couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Forgive me? What's your forgiveness worth, exactly?"

Jennifer gritted her teeth.

"Don't push your luck!"

I didn't bother arguing with her. I hung up.

Jennifer only knew the man was a parent from my class's top student. That alone made him credible enough.

What she didn't know was that the man had been divorced for years. His daughter lived with his ex-wife.

Using him to frame me had actually been Tim's idea. He'd seen the man show up at the top student's parent-teacher conference and assumed he was her father.

And that man was a gambler.

A message popped up on my phone.

"Found it. Three days ago, he came into fifty thousand dollars. As of today, he's already gambled away half."

Fifty thousand?

Jennifer used to come begging me for three hundred bucks. But to set me up, she'd clearly been willing to go all in.

I scrolled through my contacts until I found the one labeled "Brother-in-law."

"Melissa?"

Benjamin Dickerson's voice was surprised, but it quickly shifted to smugness.

"Calling me now? Finally ready to beg?"

"I told you beforejust give my boy a little face. All he did was rough up some little girl. But no, you made him read an apology in front of the whole class. Now that the stick's coming down on you, it doesn't feel so good, does it?"

I said one thing.

"Instead of wasting your time mocking me, maybe check your bank balance."

Benjamin kept an iron grip on the household finances. Neither Jennifer nor Tim dared touch his accounts lightly.

What exactly would happen if Benjamin found out, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that two years ago, Jennifer had dipped into the bank account, and then she and Tim had hidden out at my mother's place for two weeks.

The reason she'd dared to do it this time was simple: she'd convinced herself it was all for her son, and Benjamin would never hold a grudge against his precious boy.

She was wrong.

Benjamin loved money more than he loved his son.

The next day, I went to my mother's neighborhood.

This time around, every one of these so-called family bonds deserved to be cut clean.

Countless stares followed me through the complex. I could hear them whispering about me.

I ignored all of it. But the moment I stepped through the door, my mother's palm cracked across my face.

"I raised you for nothing! Do you have any idea what people are saying about me now?"

She raised her hand again. I caught her arm.

"When you were living in the apartment I bought, eating the supplements I paid for, did you feel like you'd raised me for nothing?"

It was the first time I'd ever fought back against my mother.

She looked at me like she'd seen a ghost.

I pushed her hand away.

"Your reputation was ruined by me? Or was it ruined by Jennifer? You know the answer."

"Your sister only did this because you wouldn't give Timmy face!"

She stood up, hands on her hips, screaming at me.

"Timmy is the only boy in this family! You made him apologize in front of all those people. Did you ever once think about his dignity?"

I sat on the couch and watched her lose it, my expression cold.

"When I was little, you screamed at me in front of the whole neighborhood. Did you ever once think about my dignity?"

"You're just a girl! Your face isn't worth that much!"

I laughed.

"Aren't you a woman too? Your reputation isn't worth that much either. The neighbors say a few things about you, and you can't handle it?"

"You!"

Her hand froze in midair. She couldn't find the words.

"Mom!"

The front door slammed open.

It was Jennifer, with Tim right behind her.

They were both covered in bruises.

"Mom, that animal Benjamin hit me! He hit Timmy too!"

My mother's eyes welled with tears, her heart breaking on the spot.

She rushed over to comfort Tim. Jennifer, meanwhile, spotted me on the couch.

"It was you!"

"Melissa, you told Benjamin I took money from the account, didn't you!"

I didn't deny it.

She lunged at me in a frenzy, swinging wildly. I caught her with one hand and shoved her to the ground.

It was only now that I realized something. Fighting back against them barely took any strength at all.

It just took a lot of courage.

I crouched down and looked Jennifer in the eye.

"Can't take it already?"

"We're not done yet. Check what's trending."