I was reborn after my daughter jumped off a building

My five-year-old daughter jumped to her death at school.

I wasn't in a rush, but her teacher was losing it.

She kept calling and texting, saying my daughter was dead and that I needed to get to the school ASAP.

I just turned my phone off and chilled, watching a movie marathon.

Last time, I’d gotten that call from the teacher, and I’d rushed to the school like a crazy person.

Only to see my daughter's cold, lifeless body.

The teacher said that before she jumped, my daughter kept crying about how her mom beat her all the time.

That she couldn't take it anymore and had jumped.

Even my husband accused me of abusing our daughter at home.

But I treated my little girl like a princess. I wouldn’t even raise my voice at her, let alone lay a hand on her.

In the face of everyone’s accusations, the medical examiner lifted my daughter’s shirt.

They saw a web of scars all over her body, old and new, and the examiner said she’d suffered long-term abuse.

I was instantly branded a monster, a child-killer, with no way to defend myself.

My parents were doxxed, my business went under, and they were driven to a miserable death in their own home.

And me? I was sent to prison, where I was beaten to death.

Even as I died, I couldn't understand why my precious daughter, the one I’d spoiled rotten, would jump off a building covered in bruises.

Then I woke up, back to the day my daughter died.

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"Honey, come eat breakfast, I made your special, you gotta try it"

Mark, always sweet and supportive, brought my breakfast and placed it in front of me.

His usual gentle smile made me shudder.

Mark was my "house husband" He stayed home and took care of the house, our daughter and I.

Over the years, he’d been meticulous and thoughtful, taking care of my daughter and I like we were his whole world.

My friends all said I’d landed a real winner, a sweet, perfect guy, and I thought so too.

If it weren't for the last life, where he’d glared at me with venom, accusing me of being a cruel mom, a total abuser.

I never would have guessed that my calm, kind husband could have such a twisted side.

"Hey, are you okay? You’re spacing out, gotta eat!"

Mark waved his hand in front of my face.

I suppressed my doubts and anger and sat at the table.

I looked at my daughter across from me, sipping her milk.

My eyes welled up.

It was today.

After she ate and went to school, she jumped.

And the last time, all I’d seen was my daughter's body.

I’d held her, crying until I was numb.

But the teacher had pointed at me, telling me to stop faking it.

I was clueless.

She’d said my daughter jumped because I was always beating her.

She claimed that my daughter had even said she'd rather die than go home.

When I went to defend myself, Mark rushed to school.

I expected him to stand up for me, clear my name.

But instead, he turned red-faced and cursed me out in front of everyone.

“Ever since I came into your house, it's been nothing but beating and yelling, you never treated...