Blurb：
When Bella’s homeroom teacher Ms. Miller dislocated her arm over a Swiss roll, the truth shattered everything. A mistress posing as a stepmother, a cheating husband, and a field day turned nightmare—this is a story of betrayal, pain, and a mother’s fierce protection. Discover how Bella’s mother confronts Ms. Miller, exposes the affair, and fights for justice in a world where teachers break arms and husbands break vows. Keywords: Bella, Ms. Miller, stepmother, mistress, Swiss roll, field day, dislocated arm, shot put, teacher cruelty, revenge.
Content：
Because of a Swiss roll, my daughter’s homeroom teacher broke her arm.
I was absolutely furious. Those Swiss rolls were something I paid for extra for, because I felt bad about the kids having such average snacks on the field day.
It wasn’t even a lot of money—was my own daughter not allowed to have one?
The teacher, Ms. Miller, was completely relentless,
“Is your daughter a beggar? Stealing a Swiss roll—what kind of behavior is that?”
“If she’s sneaking around at this age, who knows what she’ll do later? Maybe end up in jail!”
“As her teacher and her future stepmother, I’m doing you a favor by teaching her some discipline.”
So that it was.
My daughter’s homeroom teacher was my husband’s mistress.
He had her transferred to our daughter’s school so they could carry on their affair more easily.
Lately, she’d started acting like she was already the stepmom, thinking she had some right to discipline my child.
I smirked, and then I immediately slapped the mistress.
My husband got two slaps from me.
Who did he think he was?
A kept man, a live-in son-in-law, daring to flaunt his mistress in front of me—the one who pays all the bills?
My daughter, Bella, came home crying before field day was even over.
I was shocked.
Wasn’t she supposed to compete in the shot put? Why was she back so early?
I hugged her tight to comfort her, but she suddenly cried out, “Mom! My arm—it really hurts!”
That’s when I noticed her arm hanging all limp.
Something was definitely wrong. “What happened?!”
I grabbed my keys and rushed her to the hospital.
On the way there, through her sobs, I managed to piece the story together.
Today was field day.
The teacher, Ms. Miller, randomly picked a few students to help carry the snacks and drinks.
Bella was the only girl in the group.
After moving everything, Bella felt a little lightheaded, so she took one Swiss roll from the snacks to eat.
Just as she was about to take a bite, Ms. Miller saw her, “Bella! Who said you could steal food? Are you a beggar? A thief?”
Then she smacked the Swiss roll out of Bella’s hand. It fell on the ground, rolled in the dirt, and was completely ruined.
“I’d rather throw it on the ground for a dog than let someone like you eat it!”
Bella was stunned. “I’m sorry, Ms. Miller. I was just feeling dizzy. I have shot put soon—I really needed something to eat.”
“Stealing is stealing! Don’t you dare make excuses! Shot put, huh? I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!”
Ms. Miller wasn’t satisfied with just yelling at her.
She grabbed Bella’s arm and yanked it forward hard—there was a clear, sickening cracking sound.
Bella’s arm was dislocated. “Ah—! Ms. Miller, please—! I’m sorry—!”
Seeing Bella cry, Ms. Miller smiled smugly. “Consider that a lesson. Maybe now you’ll think twice before stealing. Just like your witch of a mother!”
After Ms. Miller left, Bella couldn’t handle the pain anymore.
She had to drop up of the shot put event and came straight home.
I was absolutely boiling.
Since when does a teacher break a student’s arm over a snack?
Besides, I was the one who paid for those Swiss rolls.
I’d eve hired a nutritionist to make them because I was worried school snacks weren’t good enough.
So how come my own daughter isn’t allowed to eat one?
And why did she have to suffer such a brutal punishment?
I forced myself to stay calm until after the doctor’s appointment.
Luckily, we got there in time.
They set her dislocated arm, and with some rest, she’d be fine.
I took Bella over to my cousin’s place.
Her daughter, Chloe, is Bella’s best friend.
Seeing Bella finally smile, I relaxed a bit.
Now I had time to deal with this so-called teacher, Ms. Miller.
But surprisingly, she reached out to me first.
“Bella’s mom? Did Bella come home?”
At first, I thought maybe she’d realized Bella was missing and was genuinely worried.
Perhaps she even felt some remorse about how she handled the Swiss roll incident.
But before I could respond, she sent another message came through, full of accusations,
“How could she just leave without telling anyone?”
“Do you have any idea how long we’ve been looking for her?”
“If her deskmate hadn’t mentioned me she went home, I would’ve been furious!”
“She knew she had another event. This is completely irresponsible behavior!”
“I never expected her to have such poor character.”
“First, she steals snacks meant for the entire class, then she can’t take a little criticism and runs off?”
“She skipped her event just to spite me! She made me lose face and even cost me my bonus!”
“What kind of mother are you? Can’t even teach your child basic manners?”
“She’s an embarrassment to our private school!”
I was stunned by the barrage of blame and anger. Then I began trembling with rage.
She was the one who had overreacted.
She was the one who thought physical punishment was acceptable. And now she was playing the victim?
“The reason Bella came home without a word is because her arm was dislocated and she was in terrible pain—thanks to you, Ms. Miller!”
“She didn’t participate because she physically couldn’t!”
“And as for ‘stealing’? That’s ridiculous. There were plenty of snacks. Even after everyone had some, there would’ve been leftovers.”
“How is having one considered stealing? Especially when I’m the one who paid for them!”
“And what kind of teacher breaks a student’s arm as punishment? What kind of values are you teaching?!”
There was a pause. Then, “Well, Mrs. Thorne, regardless of whether it’s your money or your husband’s—you donated those snacks to the class.”
“That means I, as the teacher, have the right to decide when they’re distributed!”
“She took it without permission—that’s stealing! If I don’t teach her now, who will?”
“Maybe jail will teach her later! Or would you prefer that?”
Was she really implying Bella would end up in jail?
What kind of teacher says that to a parent?
And what did she mean, “your money or your husband’s”? Even if it was his money, it’s still marital property. Do I not have a right to spend it?
I was livid. “From how you handled this, it’s clear you don’t respect the parental contributions or the students themselves. I will be reporting this to the school board.”
Our family has investments in this private school. Removing an unethical teacher is well within my capabilities.
I ignored her after that. Let her panic or regret her actions. She brought this on herself.
I put my phone down just as Chloe, my cousin’s daughter, spoke up,
“Hey, what’s this? ‘Sat 5′? What does that mean?”
Bella looked confused. She had no idea where the note in her backpack had come from.
I thought it was just some silly note from a classmate and was about to discard it, but my cousin got to it first.
“Bella, are you sure you don’t know what this is?”
Bella shook her head. My cousin frowned. “It was in your backpack. You really don’t know? ‘Sat 5’—Saturday at 5 pm? This feels strange…”
She looked at me, her expression serious. “Besides Bella, only you, Liam, or her teachers have access to her backpack, right?”
We exchanged a look. Something wasn’t right.
My husband, Liam, usually helps Bella with her backpack. I’d never noticed any notes before.
This time, Bella came home early, so Liam didn’t get a chance to tidy her bag. That’s why I found it.
As for who it was meant for… It had to be one of her teachers.
Liam, a man who married into my family, lives off my wealth, and now he’s using our daughter to communicate with his mistress?
Disgusting. How could he use Bella as a pawn in his affair?
My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing.
Speak of the devil—it was Liam, my probably cheating husband.
“Honey, I heard you got into an argument with Bella’s teacher? You’re trying to get her fired?”
I frowned. How did he find out so quickly?
I hadn’t even contacted the principal yet. Firing a teacher isn’t something I can do unilaterally.
“It wasn’t really an argument. The teacher’s the one with the problem. She—”
He cut me off. “Honey, Ms. Miller just texted me. She said she was stressed from the field day, Bella was being difficult, and she lost her temper.”
“She only argued with you because she was worried when she couldn’t find Bella. Can’t we just let it go?”
“Bella just started with this teacher—it’ll look bad if we switch her class now.”
My chest tightened. “So it’s acceptable for her to take her stress out on Bella? Bella’s arm was dislocated!”
“She didn’t apologize. She insulted our parenting. Is that what a good teacher does?”
“The sooner we change teachers, the better!”
I hadn’t expected Ms. Miller to go straight to Liam to plead for mercy.
If I hadn’t suspected him of cheating, his smooth talking might’ve worked.
But now? His credibility was zero.
Maybe Ms. Miller really was his mistress.
I kept my composure, not letting him suspect anything. He continued, “Since when are you so harsh? It’s just a Swiss roll.”
“Do you really need to cost someone their job? Bella was in the wrong—she shouldn’t have taken it without permission.”
“What happened to all the manners we taught her?”
“Liam! Our daughter’s arm is injured, and you haven’t even asked how she is!”
“All you care about is defending that teacher! Does Bella deserve to be assaulted?”
“What, is Ms. Miller your little girlfriend? Is that why you’re protecting her?”
Liam went silent. When he spoke again, he sounded nervous. “What are you talking about?!”
“We’re discussing Bella and her teacher! How could you think that of me?”
“I love you—you know that! How could you doubt me? You’re breaking my heart!”
My heart turned cold. His defensiveness confirmed it.
I didn’t have proof yet, so I couldn’t reveal my hand.
I forced a sweet tone. “Well, you’re so busy defending her, you forgot about your own daughter!”
Hearing me soften, he relaxed. “Haha, I was just worried. I knew you’d take care of her.”
He still wouldn’t drop it. “So, about Ms. Miller…”
“Hmm… She was rude and hurt Bella. She needs to apologize properly before I let this go.”
“She wants to! She wants to take us out to apologize in person. Should we agree?”
Fighting back disgust, I agreed and ended the call.
Now I needed to plan how to deal with these two.
Soon enough, it was the day of Ms. Miller’s apology dinner.
When we arrived, Ms. Miller was already in the private room. “You’re here! Please, sit.”
Liam casually took the seat next to Ms. Miller. She smiled and signaled to a server. “We’re ready to order!”
The server entered, glanced at Liam and Ms. Miller, and seemed to recognize them. “You two again? The usual?”
“Oh, you have guests today—want to add a few dishes?”
Silence.
Ms. Miller hadn’t stopped the server enough. The damage was done.
Liam recovered first. “What are you talking about? I’ve never been here before! I have a wife and child! This is my daughter’s teacher!”
The server, still holding the menu, finally looked properly at me, then at Bella, who bears a cclear resemblance to Liam. He fell silent.
He’d just stumbled upon a significant secret.
“Whatever! Just these dishes. Hurry up and put the order in.” Liam pointed hastily at random item on the menu, desperate t make the server leave.
But the way he ordered was too smooth. The dishes he selected were all his personal favorites.
“Wait! Did you say they come here often? Together?” I asked calmly.
I watched, a cold amusement settling in, as Liam and Ms. Miller began to sweat.
Liam looked panicked but tried to maintain composure. “Honey, this guy is busy all day—he must’ve confused us with another couple. Ms. Miller and I hardly know each other. Why would we be eating together?”
“Oh really? Then what about these?” I coldly tossed a stack of photographs onto the table and crossed my arms, waiting for their performance to end.
The photos were from a private investigator I’d hired after finding the note. “Sat 5” did mean Saturday at 5 pm.
That Saturday, Liam left at 4 pm, claiminging he had to fix a flat tire. He’d taken series of detours before finally arriving at a discreet motel..
Ms. Miller was already there, room booked, waiting for him.
They were together until 7 PM, then came here to eat, before parting ways with obvious reluctance.
Liam was shocked. “You investigated me?!”
He was still trying to turn this back on me!
Ms. Miller picked up a photo of them kissing. “Not bad quality.”
Was she joking?! Liam glared at her.
She shrugged, giving up. “Why bother hiding it? The evidence is right here. Just tell your wife.”
She looked directly at me, her arm snaking possessively around Liam’s. Her tone turned cold and arrogant. “Since you know, there’s no point in denyiing it. Liam and I are together. You should divorce him. After all, the one who isn’t loved is the real outsider here.”
I was stunned. How could she be so bold? What kind of mistress acts this entitled?
She must have been led to believe Liam was more powerful than me. She couldn’t even conceal her ambition to take my place.
“Ms. Miller?” Bella was shocked. She might not grasp all the details, but she knew their behavior was deeply wrong.
“Don’t worry,” Ms. Miller said condescendingly. “I’ll be generous. I’ll have Liam give you some money—enough to get by. After all, even the scraps from his table are more than you’re used to. But you certainly won’t be living this luxurious life anymore.”
She looked me up and down, jealousy flashing in her eyes before being replaced by smug satisfaction. Soon, she clearly thought, all this would be hers.
Did she have the wrong idea entirely? I’m the one who gives Liam his allowance!
“As for Bella,” she continued, “she’s just a girl. Liam comes from a good family—he can afford to keep her. As long as she doesn’t fight for the inheritance with my future children, she can stick around for entertainment. She can even stay at the private school. After all, I’m still her teacher!”
“Stop talking!” Liam glanced at my icy expression, growing more afraid. “Don’t say these things in front of her!”
Ms. Miller smirked. “Bella, you can start calling me ‘Mom’ soon! I didn’t let you eat that Swiss roll for your own good. You can’t grow up with sticky fingers. Unlike your dragon lady of a mother, I’m willing to discipline you properly! Next time you steal, I won’t stop at just breaking your arm!”
Bella trembled and hid in my arms. “Mommy!”
I held her tightly, then looked pointedly behind Liam and Ms. Miller.
Several parents from Bella’s class stood at the doorway, their faces dark. They’d heard everything.
Who would’ve thought their children’s teacher was not only having an affair with a student’s father but was brazenly boasting about replacing the wife?
“Ms. Miller, you assaulted a student, you’re having an affair with a parent, and now you’re flaunting it in front of his wife? Explain yourself!”
Ms. Miller jumped up, seeing the group of wealthy parents standing there.
She turned pale. “It’s—it’s a misunderstanding…”
This private room was secluded. You wouldn’t just stumble upon it.
But I had invited these parents. Their families have business ties with mine, and we’re on friendly terms.
One of them, Mrs. Clark, has a father who sits on the school board. She’s been around educators her whole life and despises those who are morally unstable, who blame students, or who resort to physical punishment.
No moral integrity! And an affair with a parent?
Disgusting!
Mrs. Clark was furious. “We heard everything! How can you possibly deny it? Ladies, today she’s stealing Bella’s mom’s husband. If we let this slide, who’s next? Look at poor Bella—her arm broken by her teacher, and now she’s being told to call her ‘Mom’? This is outrageous!”
“You’re right! We can’t let this slide!”
The parents, their patience exhausted, grabbed Ms. Miller’s hair, and slapped her hard across the face.
“You home-wrecker! Are all the single men dead? You have to steal someone else’s? Can’t have your own kids? Eager to play stepmom? I’ll make sure your own mother won’t recognize you!”
These were society women who rarely got their hands dirty. Now, they unleashed their full fury on Ms. Miller.
They yanked her arms behind her back—a sickening crack echoed. Her arm was broken. “Ah—! My arm—!”
Then they pushed her to the ground and kicked her.
Liam, the coward, just stood to the side, whispering uselessly, “Stop… please…” He might as well have been cheering them on.
When Ms. Miller was barely conscious, the parents turned their attention to Liam. “You—a man who married into money—dare to use your wife’s status to show off? Using her money to support your mistress? Pathetic!”
Download the NovelGo app, Search 【 896215 】reads the whole book.
