I Snapped After the PTA Mob Beatdown

The elementary school parent group chat was buzzing. Mrs. Johnson, the teacher, had just posted a photo and tagged me:

"Mr. Miller, Emma was hurt in class. She got into a fight. Can you please come to the school?"

I tapped the photo. My daughter’s face was bruised, her clothes ripped.

Furious, I replied, "Who did this?"

A contact labeled "John Smith Sr." replied arrogantly:

"My son did! Deal with it!"

Then, he uploaded two images.

One was my wife's wedding photo.

The other was a picture of me, my daughter, and my wife together.

"You pathetic leech! You dared steal my wife, and you had a love child? I should’ve let my son beat that bastard to a pulp!"

The chat went wild. A torrent of abuse was aimed at me and my daughter.

I gunned my car toward the school, firing off messages to my company's legal department:

"Draft a divorce agreement based on our pre-nup. Make sure Chloe gets nothing! She’s gonna be out on the street!"

"Also, my daughter got attacked at school. Get down there ASAP, I want these people to pay!"

"Using my money to fund a boy-toy and a kid? That's just nuts!"

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I screeched into the school parking lot and spotted John Smith Sr. He was surrounded by a gaggle of other parents.

"John, you’re so low-key. I had no idea you were the family behind GlobalTech!"

"Exactly! I knew you had an air about you, that CEO swagger!"

"We came out to support you. We can't let those deadbeat cads get away with anything."

"That's right! What good can a leech's genes be? John is a chip off the old block, doing his part to clean up the scum. Good kid!"

Even the teacher was bowing and scraping:

“Mr. Smith, I didn't realize the CEO of GlobalTech was your wife. I almost disciplined your son, John Jr. I promise we’ll get this sorted.”

John Smith Sr. puffed out his chest, basking in the fawning attention, strutting like a prize rooster.

After Chloe and I got married, she always talked about building her empire.

I funded her attempts: a boutique, a salon, a yoga studio – they all went bust.

But she was relentless. After her latest failure, she declared she wanted to be a CEO.

So I put my smallest company, GlobalTech, under her control.

Now that was being used by John Smith Sr. to stroke his ego and win over the PTA.

Seeing me approach, the parents who'd been so friendly now scowled, looking at me like I was a piece of garbage.

Mrs. Johnson strode up to me, her face like stone:

"Mr. Miller, the principal wants you to know, as of today, Emma is expelled."

I stared at her, my voice low and tight, "My daughter was attacked on your campus, and you're expelling her?"

Mrs. Johnson scoffed:

"This is a prestigious school. All the kids here are from wealthy, respected families."

"Emma, a love child, is ruining our school’s reputation."

My jaw tightened. "You might want to figure out who the actual love child is."

Just then, John Smith Sr. stepped in, landing a punch square on my jaw:

“You pathetic loser! You think you can strut in fron...