Chapter 4The Receipt Reel: How I Destroyed My Daughter’s Victim Narrative

Chloe is shrewd. She assumed that since the incident happened in a small county town years ago, even if it made the news, the records would be gone.

She was wrong.

If I’m building a chain of evidence, I ensure integrity. Text isn't enough, so I kept the images.

I zoomed in on the photo in the PPT.

It was a scan of an old newspaper.

I moved the mouse slowly to ensure everyone in the livestream could read the text.

The bold black headline read: UNLEASHED AGGRESSIVE DOG MAULS INFANT GIRL'S FACE.

Below it was a photo of Buster, muzzle covered in blood, staring ferociously at the camera.

And a photo of a baby girl, pixelated, but clearly missing a large chunk of flesh from her cheek.

I sighed. Even looking at it now, I felt guilt towards that little girl.

I had always opposed my ex-husband getting that dog for Chloe. I planned to send it to a friend's farm to be kept in a kennel.

But my ex-husband, while I was at work, secretly told Chloe to take Buster out to "prove he wouldn't hurt anyone."

And so, the tragedy happened.

The next slide showed Buster being euthanized, along with the vet records.

[My god. Just euthanasia? If I were that baby's parent, I would have stewed that dog.] [I actually found the article. The auntie isn't lying. She paid for the girl's reconstructive surgery and compensation. The dad who bought the dog went into hiding. Auntie has morals.] [Raising a demon child is exhausting. No wonder she cut contact.]

Chloe froze. She hadn't expected me to keep such complete evidence.

She panicked for a moment, stuttering, "You... I... You..."

Seeing she had nothing to say, the chat turned on her, calling her a plague, a psycho, trying to pin her sins on her "native family."

Chloe panicked, but after a moment, her eyes lit up. She found an angle.

"Mom, that incident was my fault. But why did you read a boy's love letter to me in front of the whole class?"

"Your own daughter is precious, but other people's sons can be bullied by you?"

The comment section exploded again. The netizens couldn't sit still.

[This mom is insane. That counts as abuse, right?] [Taking back what I said about her morals. Publicly humiliating a child is low no matter the reason.] [Die, b*tch. You deserve your daughter trying to kill you.]

Chloe avoided my gaze. I looked at her calmly. "Are you sure you want me to say it?"