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The company's legal team and agent had already prepared the cease-and-desist letters and divorce papers. They were on their way.
I stayed because I wanted to rip off the masks Vivian and Liam were hiding behind—in front of everyone!
I wanted answers—for myself and for my daughter!
Soon, the parents were seated as audience members, watching the children work on their drawings.
Vivian and Liam, surrounded by fawning parents and teachers, acted arrogantly, their faces glowing with triumph.
Chloe picked up her brush and palette, glanced at me, and smiled. I immediately gave her a reassuring thumbs-up.
But the next moment, Leo rushed over to Chloe, snatched Chloe's palette, and threw paint all over her. He then shoved her hard, and before she could react, she fell backward.
I rushed over. My daughter was clutching her forehead, crying in pain. Her head was bleeding where she'd hit the ground.
My heart felt like it was being torn apart.
The little bully, though, was laughing triumphantly. Leo sneered, "That's what you get for trying to steal my mom, you losers!"
Furious, I raised my hand, but Vivian immediately stepped in front of me, blocking my way.
"What do you think you're doing? It was just kids playing around! Are you really going to take it this far?"
