After my son was abused, I went crazy with rage
Chapter 1
I’d just left a charity auction when I saw my son, who should have been at preschool, picking up trash by the curb. He wouldn’t tell me what happened, just shook his head, tears in his eyes. Something was seriously wrong. I lifted his shirt, and my blood ran cold. His little body was covered in tiny needle marks.
Shaking with rage, I snapped a picture and sent it to the preschool parents’ group, demanding, “Who did this?”
A guy named “Jayden’s Dad” responded with arrogant nonchalance:
“My son did it! My son’s a little… special. He didn’t address my son as ‘Master Jayden,’ so I had him experience what it’s like to be low-class trash. What’s the big deal?”
“My wife is the richest woman in the country, Serenity Summers. You got a problem with that?”
Before I could reply, the teacher, Ms. Davis, chimed in:
“Jayden’s a natural! Teaching that kid a lesson, appropriately! Jayden’s going to be the prince of our class now. Anyone who disrespects him will be out picking up trash, too.”
The rest of the group piled on, fawning over Jayden’s dad. Someone even tagged me, suggesting that my son being schooled by a billionaire’s kid was a blessing. I should be grateful, they said.
I was furious. Serenity Summers, my wife, had been paralyzed for ten years! Who was this guy, impersonating my wife and running roughshod over everyone?
I grabbed my son and raced to the preschool, texting our company’s legal department:
“Find out who’s pretending to be my wife. My son was assaulted at school. Get someone there, and I want this guy to pay!”
1
Pulling up to the school, I saw Jayden’s dad surrounded by a gaggle of parents.
“Jayden’s dad, you’re so humble! If it weren’t for this, we’d never have known your wife was Serenity Summers!”
“Right? I knew there was something special about you! That’s the billionaire husband aura!”
“We’re here to support you, Jayden’s our prince! Nobody messes with him!”
“Yeah! That little punk deserved it! My kid’s gonna be Jayden’s best friend; a little protection never hurt anybody!”
Even Ms. Davis was bending over backward:
“Mr. Miller, we’re putting Jayden’s disciplinary action in the school handbook. Anybody disrespects our little prince, they get the same treatment.”
“And Mr. Miller, what’s Master Jayden’s favorite food? We’ll tailor our school menu to his preferences!”
Jayden’s dad basked in the attention like a rooster strutting his stuff.
Before Serenity’s stroke, we’d both worked tirelessly, building Summit Group into an empire. She’d worked herself into the ground. After ten years of her being bedridden, I’d thought I’d gotten used to the reality of the situation. But this was something else entirely. Our success, our sacrifice, had somehow become this clown’s bragging rights.
Seeing me, the fawning parents’ faces tightened. They glared at me as if I were something foul.
Ms. Davis marched up, sneering:
“Mr. Thompson, the principal said your son’s expelled. Keep your kid in line!”
“My son was assaulted, and you’re expelling him? To appease some… imposter?”
Ms. Davis scoffed:
“This is an elite preschool. We prioritize status. You can’t mess with a billionaire’s family!”
My voice hardened: “I suggest you find out who you’re dealing with.”
Suddenly, Jayden’s dad stepped forward, punching me in the face.
“What are you, some punk? Thinking you can run your mouth?”
“Even if you were someone, you’re nothing compared to me, a billionaire’s husband!”
2
The other parents laughed.
“Ha! The billionaire’s husband is right here! He’s still trying to play the big shot!”
“He’s so low-class, he doesn’t understand what it means to be married to a billionaire.”
“It’s an honor to be on the receiving end of a billionaire’s son’s justice!”
Spit flew as they hurled insults. Someone even spat on me.
I tossed my ruined jacket into a trash can and faced Jayden’s dad.
“You let your son attack mine, and now you’re assaulting me. Aren’t you worried about the law?”
He roared with laughter. “You think the law can touch me? I’m married to a billionaire!”
He flaunted his watch: “See this? My wife gave it to me. One diamond on this thing could buy you both.”
The watch was expensive. But something about it felt… familiar.
“You say your wife is Serenity Summers? Bring her out, let’s see.”
My wife’s a vegetable, paralyzed for a decade. Our son was conceived via IVF using her frozen eggs. She couldn’t have married someone else and had a five-year-old.
He sneered. “You, a lowlife, get to meet my wife? Why?”
I stated, “Because I’m Serenity Summers’ legal husband.”
3
Everyone laughed again. Jayden’s dad pointed to my car.
“I figured there’d be gold diggers coming out of the woodwork. But you, showing up in that beat-up domestic car, claiming to be married to a billionaire… that’s new.”
“Look in the mirror, buddy. You’re far from billionaire husband material.”
The parents stared at my car, mocking even more.
“That rust bucket? I’d rather die than be seen in that!”
“The real husband’s right here. He’s such a pathetic fraud!”
“Look at him, all poor and pretentious. His kid’s probably just as trashy. They both deserve a beating!”
My car was a gift from Serenity, ten years ago. A high-end domestic model, understated. It clearly wasn’t enough to convince these people.
“You’ll learn the price of impersonating me!”
Before I could explain, Jayden’s dad grabbed a brick and started smashing my car. Windows, headlights, hood – everything was fair game. The other parents joined in. They even got inside to slash the upholstery.
“Look, he’s got some loot stashed in the trunk!” someone yelled.
Jayden’s dad pulled out a painting.
“A lowlife driving a clunker, pretending to be a collector. How pathetic.”
He ripped the painting to shreds.
Those were pieces I’d just bought at the auction. I warned him, “Those weren’t cheap. I expect full compensation.”
He laughed. “Cheap knock-offs. Not worth my dinner money. And even if I destroyed priceless works of art, what could you do? I’m the billionaire’s husband!”
He continued to smash the rest of my valuables.
I pulled out my phone, “Where are they? I need backup in three minutes!”
A parent snatched my phone and slammed it on the ground.
“Calling for backup? You’re pathetic.”
“You think you’re something special? Probably called a bunch of beggars to join in your charade.”
They laughed. I looked at my shattered phone and said coldly, “I hope you’re still laughing in a few minutes.”
I turned to Ms. Davis. “You knew my son was being bullied.”
She sneered. “So? He’s a lowlife, a product of poor breeding. Jayden was just cleaning up trash.”
4
The parents applauded.
“She’s right! This is an elite school, not for garbage like them!”
“What does a lowlife need an education for? He’ll end up working his fingers to the bone or selling his body. His son’s good at picking up trash; maybe he’ll find something valuable!”
Jayden’s dad was in his element.
“Lowlifes should know their place, scumbags like you will always be at the bottom of society, despised by all.”
The parents’ vicious insults intensified. Jayden’s dad approached me: “See the difference? The gap between us is bigger than between humans and dogs!”
“You lowlifes will never know the feeling of being adored. I, on the other hand, enjoy it every day of my life. You’ll never even come close to this kind of glory.”
“You and your trash son, get out of this city. If I see your son again, I’ll bury him alive!”
My son, trembling, hid in my arms. “Daddy, my foot hurts…”
His voice was filled with terror and pain. I took off his shoe. His little toe was GONE! The wound was horrific. His shoe was soaked with blood.
My heart shattered. I couldn’t imagine how he’d endured this in silence.
I glared at Jayden’s dad. “Your son did this too?”
Jayden’s dad shrugged. “What’s the big deal? Displeasing my son? I should’ve killed the little brat.”
I punched him. Hard. The punch was fueled by pure, unadulterated rage. Before I could land another blow, a parent kicked me. They all piled on, beating me mercilessly.
“You dare hit the billionaire’s husband?! You’re suicidal!”
“The kid is still alive, what are you waiting for, to die with him?”
“Jayden’s just giving justice to that trash. Your worthless genes produced that scum; he deserves to die.”
Ms. Davis kicked me, too.
“Don’t hit my dad!” my son cried, only to be kicked down by a chubby boy. Ms. Davis patted the boy’s head, “Jayden’s always been good at dispensing justice. I’ll give you a prize tomorrow.”
Jayden smirked, “That’s what I do; I’ll beat him up every time I see him!”
I was on the ground, bleeding. I looked up, gritting my teeth: “You’ll regret this!”
They laughed.
“Did this lowlife just threaten us?”
“He thinks he’s a big deal. Jayden’s dad can crush him like an ant.”
“The poor loser, all he can do is shout in frustration, haha!”
They held me down, insulting me. Bystanders joined in. Jayden’s dad stepped on my face:
“Regret? I haven’t regretted anything in my life! I’m just waiting to see how you, a lowlife, make me regret this!”
Then, a hundred luxury cars screeched to a halt outside the preschool. Men in suits poured out…
