Everyone in My Daughter’s Class Thought I Was Dead — When I Found Out Why, I Plotted My Revenge

Everyone in my daughter’s class thought I was dead, and when I found out why, I knew I had to take action. It all started on parents’ day, when I decided to surprise my daughter at school, only to be met with shock, confusion, and a startling revelation that my husband had been living a lie.

I’m a working mother. Ever since our daughter started primary school, her dad has been the one attending all the parent meetings. I was very grateful to him, and it worked well for both of us. At least, that’s what I thought.

On Parents’ Day, I had a slow day at work. Megan had asked me so many times to come to her school events, her big blue eyes always filled with hope. That morning, she had pleaded again, “Mom, can you come to my open-door day this time? Please?”

Remembering her words and knowing how much it would mean to her, I decided to surprise her. I used my lunch break to make a quick visit to my daughter’s open-door day. I knew how happy she would be to see me.

However, there was something else that prompted me to make an unexpected visit. A few days ago, Megan casually mentioned they had a “tell about your parent’s job” project, and she couldn’t say anything about me. I asked what she meant since I made sure she knew I worked as an accountant and even brought her to work once.

Megan looked me in the eye and said, “Daddy told me I would upset him if I told anyone about you.”

I frowned. What game was Tom playing?

As I walked into her classroom, where all the parents, mostly mothers, were gathered, everyone turned around and went pale. It was as if they had seen a ghost.

“Hi, I’m Megan’s mom,” I said, forcing a smile.

Silence. The mothers stared at me with wide eyes. A few whispered to each other. One of them even dropped her coffee cup. The teacher, Mrs. Harris, rushed over to me, looking shocked.

“Can I talk to you outside?” she whispered, glancing nervously at the other parents.

Confused, I nodded and followed her out of the classroom. “What’s going on?” I asked.

Mrs. Harris looked at me, her face pale. “You can’t be Megan’s mother. Her mom passed away a few years ago. I need to ask you to leave, and I will also inform her dad about what happened.”

“What?” I gasped. “I’m very much alive. There must be some mistake.”

Mrs. Harris frowned, pulling out her phone. “Let me call Mr. Smith.”

A few minutes later, my husband, Tom, arrived. He looked surprised to see a small crowd gathered in the hallway. He smiled and nodded to the other parents, clearly enjoying the attention.

“Hey, everyone,” he said cheerfully. “What’s going on?”

The parents looked at him with a mix of confusion and unease. He seemed oblivious to their reactions, soaking in what he thought was admiration. He didn’t notice me standing a few feet away with Mrs. Harris.

“Tom,” Mrs. Harris said, stepping forward, “we need to talk.”

Tom looked at her, puzzled. “Sure, but why all the serious faces? Did something happen?”

Mrs. Harris took a deep breath. “Your wife is here.”

Tom blinked, finally seeing me. His smile faltered. “Uh, yes. She’s here. Is there a problem?”

“Yes, there’s a problem,” Mrs. Harris said sternly. “Everyone here thinks your wife passed away a few years ago.”

Tom’s face went pale. “Oh… oh, that.”

“Yes, that,” I said, stepping forward. “Care to explain why everyone thinks I’m dead, Tom?”

The other parents gasped, whispering to each other. Tom looked around, his confidence crumbling. “Let’s discuss this outside.”

We walked out to the parking lot. I crossed my arms and faced him. “Explain.”

Tom rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding my eyes. “It started a few years ago. I mentioned to one of the teachers that you were busy at work and couldn’t attend the meetings. Somehow, it turned into you being gone.”

“Gone? As in dead?” I asked, incredulous.

Tom nodded, looking ashamed. “I didn’t correct them. It seemed easier. They were sympathetic. It helped Megan get more attention.”

I stared at him, speechless. “You let everyone believe I was dead for years?”

Tom looked down, unable to meet my gaze. “I didn’t know how to fix it once it started. It just spiraled out of control.”

My anger boiled over. “Tom, do you have any idea what you’ve done? You’ve lied to our daughter, to her teachers, to everyone! How could you think that was okay?”

Tom’s face reddened. “I never wanted to hurt anyone. It just… it seemed like the right thing at the time. I didn’t want to disappoint Megan by saying you were too busy.”

“Too busy?!” I nearly shouted. “You could have just told the truth! You could have said I was at work!”

Tom flinched at my words. “I know. I know I messed up. But I didn’t know how to come back from it. Every time I thought about correcting it, it just seemed too late.”

I took a deep breath, trying to control my shaking hands. “This isn’t just about you, Tom. This is about Megan. How is she going to feel when she finds out about this lie? How are we going to explain this to her?”

Tom sighed, looking defeated. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. But we have to find a way.”

“We will,” I said firmly. “But you’re going to take responsibility for this. You need to understand the damage you’ve done, and we need to make sure Megan is okay.”

Tom nodded slowly. “You’re right. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

I looked at him, feeling a mix of anger and sorrow. “You better. Because this isn’t something that will just go away. We have a lot of work to do.”

Tom looked down, clearly realizing the magnitude of his mistake. “I promise, I’ll make it right. Somehow.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle on my shoulders. “Let’s go back inside. We need to start fixing this now.”

We walked back to the classroom, but before entering, Tom took a deep breath and tried to put on his usual charming smile. As soon as we stepped inside, I noticed his demeanor shift. He glanced around at the gathered parents, most of them mothers, and his eyes lit up.

“Hey everyone!” Tom said, trying to sound upbeat. “Sorry about the confusion earlier.”

The room was filled with murmurs. Some mothers exchanged puzzled looks, while others stared at Tom, clearly waiting for an explanation.

Tom cleared his throat and stepped closer to a small group of mothers, including Mrs. Harris. “I’m really sorry for all this,” he began, flashing them a smile. “It’s just been such a hectic few years. You know how life gets, right?”

One of the mothers, a brunette named Lisa, crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Tom, we were told your wife was dead. That’s not just a little misunderstanding.”

Tom’s smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. “I know, Lisa, and I can’t apologize enough. It’s my fault. I should’ve cleared it up a long time ago.”

Another mother, Karen, shook her head. “Why didn’t you ever correct it? It’s not something you just forget to mention.”

Tom sighed, glancing around the group. “I guess I thought it would be easier. Everyone was so supportive, and I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. Especially Megan.”

Mrs. Harris spoke up, her tone stern. “Tom, this isn’t about disappointment. This is about trust. You’ve lied to all of us for years.”

Tom held up his hands defensively. “I get that, I really do. And I’m here to make it right. I promise.”

He moved a bit closer to Lisa, his voice dropping to a more personal tone. “Lisa, you’ve always been so understanding. I hope you can forgive me for this. It was never my intention to hurt anyone.”

Lisa looked taken aback, but she didn’t soften. “Tom, this isn’t the time for sweet talk. We need honesty, not charm.”

Karen chimed in, her voice sharp. “You’ve been flirting with us all, making us think you’re this poor single dad. It’s disgusting, Tom.”

Tom looked genuinely surprised, his eyes widening. “Flirting? No, no, it wasn’t like that. I just… I needed support. And you’ve all been so wonderful.”

Mrs. Harris stepped forward, her expression unyielding. “Tom, enough. This isn’t about you anymore. It’s about Megan, and it’s about the truth. You need to own up to what you’ve done.”

Tom nodded slowly, his shoulders slumping. “You’re right. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this. I just hope you can all find it in your hearts to forgive me.”

The mothers exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of anger and disappointment. Tom’s usual charm was failing him, and it was clear that his lies had caused deep wounds.

The other parents started murmuring among themselves. Mrs. Harris nodded slowly. “Alright. Let’s get back to the meeting.”

As we talked, the kids started waking up from their nap time and piling in. Megan, oblivious to the whole ordeal, saw me and ran over, hugging me tightly. “Mom! You came!”

I smiled, hugging her back. “Of course, sweetie.”

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