I donated 45 million to the city's best kindergarten, but my daughter failed the enrollment interview. She was a polymath.

Furious, I demanded an explanation from admissions. She hurled an assessment file at my face. Your daughter's brilliant, but you're the exact opposite! You're dead last among the parents!

She continued, "The others have tech domes! You're nothing but a regular Ivy League graduate! Your degree's worth about as much as toilet paper!"

The other teachers laughed as well. "If we admit her daughter, it's going to look bad on the other kids. She can't take that responsibility."

"Yeah, I can't believe she's demanding an explanation from Ms. Johnson. Her husband is the kindergarten's biggest stakeholder. He can make sure her daughter has nowhere to go."

The admission teacher shoved me away. With disdain in her eyes, she said, "Out of my sight if you know what's good for you. My husband is picking me up in his Rolls-Royce. His car plate alone is worth more than your life! It's lucky 777! Only one in Georgeport!"

Three sevens? That was my husband's car. I laughed mirthlessly and texted my husband. "I had no idea you had another wife behind me."
Chapter 1 Slandered
My phone started buzzing wildly. 'And who the hell started that rumor? Helena, I've only got one woman, and that's you! Goddammit, I'm going to the kindy right now. I can't believe someone is pretending to be you!'
Quincy Shaw's reply calmed me down a little. Back in college, he was the center of everyone's attention, yet he would set aside all his pride just to court me for four years.
After we were married, I became his whole world. The chances of him cheating on me were infinitely low. I tucked my phone away and looked coldly at the admission teacher. Her name was Samantha Johnson.
"Did you even know the name of that car's owner before you started calling him your husband?"
Samantha snickered. "Quincy Shaw, of course. I aborted twice in three years just to make sure he could focus on his career!"
Two abortion in three years? If that was true, Quincy started cheating on me when I was pregnant with our daughter, but that couldn't be. He spent all day taking care of me back then. He didn't even have time to go out. This was getting weird.
My heart sank, and then another teacher, one with wavy hair, said sarcastically, "They're in love. I bet this woman's here to drive a wedge."
I took a deep breath and held my fury back. Then I lit up my screen. The wallpaper showed Quincy holding me in his arms, while Harmony was riding his neck. We were beaming like a happy family.
"This is a photo of my family going out last month. I'm Quincy's wife. Now, tell me, who exactly is your husband?"
The other teachers tried to take a look. Samantha grabbed my phone without even looking. She mocked, "Tech is not the same now. You can just get Mr. Shaw's photo and Photoshop him in. He told me he's not even married yet! He doesn't have a wife or a kid! I'll make you show who you really are!"
She smashed my phone to the ground, and the screen cracked. The phone had all of Harmony's photos since she was a baby. It was one of the most important things in my life.
My blood froze, and so did I, but Samantha only laughed. "Cat got your tongue? I knew you were a fake. Quincy always gets me designer bags worth high five figures. You call yourself his wife, but you're only using a cheap phone."
The wavy-haired teacher realized what was going on. She chimed in, "Yeah, you look like a temptress. I bet you tried to seduce Mr. Shaw and failed, so you're trying to fight his wife. I've seen many women like you. I can't believe you're pretending to be Ms. Johnson. You're done for!"
The slander kept coming, and my fingers were trembling. Samantha only looked at me darkly, and she put on a fake smile.
"Well, this broke bitch just wants her kid to get into a good school. I can't blame her for coming up with this idea. Fine, I can give you an opportunity. We need a janitor anyway. If you take the job, I'll let your daughter in as an underprivileged student."
She scoffed. "You can watch your girl sharing the same classroom as the elite children while you clean our school. Sounds like a better life for you, huh?"
Underprivileged student? I spent forty-five million, and this bitch was going to steal my name to show off and torment my daughter? How dare she!