It was supposed to be a happy day on our daughter’s birthday.
Vanessa James-Crawford, my wife, promised our daughter a surprise and took her away for a while.
Less than half an hour later, a video of our daughter, Lara, running barefoot on the ice rink at the James's estate went viral. She was wearing a thin outfit, shivering from the cold. The skin on her soles was rubbed raw, and every step she took left a bloody footprint.
Her physical education coach, Keith Turner, remained motionless, showing a cruel indifference.
Instead of helping, he scolded our daughter for not being tough enough.
I didn’t hesitate.
My heart was pounding, and I rushed there, ready to do whatever it took.
But when I arrived, it was already too late. Our daughter had stopped breathing.
Vanessa was there, her eyes bloodshot from crying.
She grabbed me tightly, like she was holding on for dear life.
"Gabriel, don’t worry," she said, her voice hard, almost like she was trying to convince herself. "I’ll make sure the person who killed our daughter goes to hell."
But when the trial came, Vanessa stunned everyone. Right there in front of everyone, she forgave Lara's physical education coach for his negligence and signed the papers.
Looking at the judge straight in the eye, she said, "It's not Keith's fault. My daughter’s body was just too weak…"
I couldn’t take it anymore. I lost control as I stormed up, determined to reveal the truth.
But then, Vanessa publicly claimed I had a mental illness and had me committed to a psychiatric hospital.
Overnight, all the videos that had spread online mysteriously vanished.
And inside that hospital, they subjected me to electroshock therapy every day.
Three days later, Vanessa entered with Keith beside her, acting like nothing had happened.
"Gabriel," she said, her tone cold and distant, "as long as you stop causing a scene, you can still be the James family's respected son-in-law. But if you don’t, you’ll stay here as a crazy person for the rest of your life."
Tears welled up in my eyes, falling into my hands.
The woman I had loved for ten years had turned into someone I didn’t recognize.
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I grabbed the iron bars in front of me with my bruised, battered hands.
My chest tightened with anger and sorrow.
"Vanessa, you’re a monster!" I shouted, my voice breaking with raw emotion. "Lara was our daughter! That bastard next to you killed her with his own hands, and you forgave him. And now, you’re still backing him? You’re an accomplice!"
Her face twisted with disdain.
Without saying a word, she pulled out an electric baton and thrust it into my abdomen. The shock hit me like a freight train, and dizziness followed.
I sank to the ground like a mess of mud. I tried to stay steady, but my hands were torn and left bloody streaks on the bars.
Before I could even recover, Vanessa stepped on my bleeding hand, her foot pressing down hard through the bars.
"Gabriel, how dare you say Keith killed our daughter?" she spat, her voice full of venom. "You let Lara end up like this! As her father, you're the real culprit! Why is it that things other kids can handle, our daughter couldn't? You made Lara weak!"
As she spoke, she ground her heel harder.
The pain in my chest was unbearable, but I forced myself to look at her, tears running down my face.
"Vanessa, tell me, what child can run five kilometers barefoot on ice at the age of three?" I shot back, my voice shaking with disbelief. "Forget about the child. Could you do it? Could Keith?"
"Keith says if someone can do it, they can," she said, sounding cold, like it was no big deal. "He’s a top-tier coach, Gabriel. Do you really think he’s lying to me? Look, I’m done arguing with you. Keep this up, and you’ll stay locked up in that psychiatric hospital for the rest of your life!"
After saying that, Vanessa snuggled into Keith's arms, clearly ready to leave. But as soon as she turned around, the hospital director came rushing toward us, out of breath.
He shot Keith a glance, then stepped forward, kicking my limp body, sneering as he did.
"Aren’t you the one who’s been threatening to confront Ms. Vanessa James and Keith Turner about that video?" the hospital director mocked. "Now that they’re here, where’s all that courage of yours?"
Before I could even respond, Keith’s voice, shaking with fear, broke through.
“Vanessa, do you think the hospital director’s talking about that video? I’ve already done everything the court asked. It seems like Gabriel’s not gonna let this go. Vanessa, I’m fucking terrified. What if they come for me?”
