Teacher Zhou used a fake identity to commit marriage fraud and scam money, and finally colluded with her husband and multiple others to beat me and break four of my ribs.

—— A Heartbroken Confession from a Father of a Senior High School Student

I originally didn’t want to write anything about Teacher Zhou anymore because she never told the truth, to anyone…

I once believed that the most beautiful thing in the world was encountering a ray of light during the darkest moments of life.

Later I realized, that wasn’t light, that was a knife.

1. The First Encounter, the Gentle Trap Set by Fate for Me

I still remember the first time I saw her.

Gentle, dignified, with a calmness that reflected a role model. She was a teacher, but also a mother. I thought, such a person should be inherently kind and sincere.

She said her marriage was unhappy, that her husband was terrible, that she longed for someone who truly understood her. She spoke tearfully, and I felt my heart ache.

I believed her.

Like a pilgrim blinded, I walked step by step into the abyss she had laid out for me.

2. I Fed a Lie with All My Passion

How good was I to her?

I was willing to buy her a Mercedes-Benz, giving her ten thousand yuan a month as pocket money. I bought her all kinds of luxury goods, as long as she liked them, I never hesitated. I drove long distances every day just to buy her favorite breakfast, delivering it directly to the security booth at her school, picking her up and dropping her off rain or shine. She said she wanted blood duck, I bought it immediately; she said she wanted free-range chicken, I personally prepared it, even cutting my finger with the knife, blood streaming down, I kept getting injections for days. I accompanied her to Jiangxi, her favorite Yunnan, and went with her best friends to Western Hunan…

I even helped her grade students’ essays.

I thought I was writing a love story with my actions. I even fantasized that once she divorced, we could be together openly, I would give her a home, treat her and her children from her previous marriage as my own.

How ridiculous I was.

3. That Night in Yunnan, the Truth Split Open

It was one night in Yunnan. She and her son were asleep. Suddenly, her phone lit up—a message from a man inviting her to Shanghai and Hangzhou.

That was the first time I looked at her phone.

The screen clearly showed that the man transferred her five thousand yuan. Just before that, she had sworn to me that there were no other men in her phone besides me and Director Xiao.

What else did she say?

She said her husband tricked her into going to Guizhou, but the records on her phone were clear—she knew everything, even sent her teaching certificate to Director Xiao because the scenic spots were free.

Every time she played cards or attended banquets, even in front of her colleagues and friends, the messages she sent me and those she sent her husband Xiao were identical.

Copy-pasted the same words, feeding two men at once.

I couldn’t sleep all night.

That’s why I confronted Xiao, wanting him to know more truths. To my surprise, he said he already knew Teacher Zhou was “cheating,” and that he wouldn’t want this “worthless home-wrecker.”

But what surprised me even more—after Xiao said that, she was still lying to me. She said she wanted to divorce and marry me, asking for sixty thousand yuan and a car.

I asked her, who was the man who invited her to Shanghai?

She said he was a billionaire who had been pursuing her, but she didn’t like him, hadn’t even let him touch her, just a close male friend and confidant. The five thousand yuan was because his father was hospitalized in Shaoyang, and he couldn’t come back to Changsha, so he asked her to pay the hospital bills. She said her best friend Miss Hu accompanied her, paying in cash.

I believed her again.

I didn’t verify. I chose to believe her.

Because loving someone, you instinctively interpret all doubts as kindness.

4. It Turns Out, In Her World, I’m Worth Less Than Five Thousand Yuan

Yesterday, her best friend’s words hit me like a bucket of ice water.

I asked about the five thousand yuan in Yunnan, the man who knew Teacher Zhou.

Her best friend said: She doesn’t know about it at all.

No hospital payment, no cash, no accompaniment.

The five thousand yuan was just money transferred to her by a man, that’s all.

At that moment, I finally saw clearly.

In that billionaire’s mind, she’s only worth five thousand. And in her heart, how much am I worth? I bought her a Mercedes, gave her ten thousand a month, bought her luxury goods, even cut my hand for her—these are just the costs of a fool willingly paying.

She has never told the truth.

Never.

When her parents and brother beat me, they cursed me with the words: “Just a liar.” Now I think back, every word was like a needle: “Just a scammer.”

5. After the Peaceful Breakup, It’s Another Trap She Set

On November 20, 2025, we finally agreed to part ways. She blocked me on WeChat. We agreed not to bother each other. The money I gave her, I never asked for it back.

I thought this absurd chapter could finally end.

But five days later, on November 25, she proactively added me back.

She said she would convert the monthly ten thousand yuan (total twenty thousand), plus the expenses for her trip to Western Hunan with her best friend, and the phone I bought her, into three hundred thousand yuan to return to me.

I even thought she didn’t want to break up, or at least had some conscience, but I never expected her to want her money back.

On November 26, she kept asking for my bank card number, saying WeChat couldn’t transfer; then she said she would withdraw cash and give it to me.

On November 27, noon, I waited at her school gate all afternoon, but she didn’t come.

I gave her my card number, but she didn’t transfer.

In the afternoon, she lied to me to go to Ocean Pearl Industrial and Commercial Bank to get money, saying she would withdraw cash for me. She used her card, pretending she couldn’t get the money. Then she said she would transfer via WeChat—she had been lying all along that the transfer was limited. Then she said there was no money in WeChat.

Then she called her best friend, asking her to lend money, and transferred twenty-five thousand yuan to me via WeChat.

She still owed five thousand, but refused to give it. She said unless I returned the things she gave me—

I thought she meant the razor she gave me for my birthday, worth two hundred yuan.

She said it was intimate videos and photos of her without clothes.

I told her to stop fussing, but her best friend said: “Why not call her parents to discuss?” I said it was inappropriate to bother the elders over such a small matter, and suggested we report to the police and delete everything from both phones in front of the officers.

She refused.

At this moment, Xiao Zhonghua called her. She lied to Xiao, saying her best friend was taking a walk. Xiao Zhonghua told her on the phone that dinner was ready and asked her to come back quickly.

—This proves that the so-called “talk about divorce” her parents and others claimed to have that night was a complete lie. Those people were only called later to beat me.

Afterward, she kept lying, claiming everyone was summoned by Xiao Zhonghua, not to beat me but to discuss divorce.

I drove her best friend back from Ocean Pearl’s back door. On the way, I received a call from Teacher Zhou. She said one sentence, then Xiao Zhonghua told me through her phone: “Wait downstairs for me.”

Half an hour later, I was brutally beaten.

6. Four Ribs Broken, and the Woman Watching from Upstairs

I am Wu Xiao, trained in the military for five years.

But facing a mob attack, I was still powerless.

Xiao Zhonghua directed the whole assault, shouting multiple times, “Drag him down.”

My face, neck, chest, and limbs were injured. Four ribs on the left side were fractured. Forensic appraisal: minor injury level 2.

And throughout the process, she—Teacher Zhou—was upstairs.

She watched from above.

Watching the man who used to run far every day to buy her breakfast, beaten and covered in injuries by her husband’s men.

She watched the entire process from upstairs.

If I weren’t a soldier, if those five years hadn’t left me with a resilient body, if I hadn’t escaped to the car to call the police, would I still be able to write these words today?

I don’t know.

7. She Came to My Son’s School—A Child About to Take the Gaokao

If beating me destroyed my body, then harassing my son was digging into my heart—my bottom line, and she knew it!

My son, a senior, about to take the college entrance exam.

She repeatedly went to the school to harass and intimidate him. Using a fake name “Zhou Juan” to infiltrate No. 1 High School, her monitoring was clear as day. Yet, at the police station, she denied everything, claiming she had never been there.

A teacher, a mother, harassing a minor, a senior high school student preparing for the Gaokao.

And that student is the son of the man who loved her with his life.

I will never forget my son’s helpless tears.

The principal and homeroom teacher looked on in confusion, unable to understand why a female teacher would do such a thing.

Even her best friend kept advising her: don’t go after the kid, he’s innocent.

But she didn’t listen.

Her mother also followed, sneaking around near the rental house, stalking, intimidating, harassing. The surveillance footage is clear.

I reported to the police multiple times.

8. Her Best Friend Revealed All the Truth

This journey felt like being pushed off a cliff blindfolded. Until yesterday, her best friend’s words finally let me see everything clearly.

It turns out Teacher Zhou never told the truth.

She lied at the police station, claiming she never went to No. 1 High School, but the surveillance footage clearly shows her using a fake name to sneak in.

That five thousand yuan in Yunnan wasn’t for hospital bills at all.

She never only stepped on two boats.

She’s been acting all along in front of everyone.

Her best friend said she had advised her countless times, but she wouldn’t listen.

Now I understand. She’s not ignorant of right and wrong; she simply doesn’t care.

In her world, only she exists.

9. Who Do I Owe an Apology To?

Tonight, I couldn’t sleep again.

I thought a lot.

I owe many people apologies.

Sorry for the Mercedes I bought her—it carried a love that was not worth it.

Sorry for the fans in Yunnan who thought they witnessed love, but in fact saw a scam.

Sorry for the essays I graded for Teacher Zhou’s students—I helped a liar do her work.

Sorry to my son, who is about to take the Gaokao—my foolishness has made him suffer fears and harms he shouldn’t have.

Sorry to my aging mother—seeing her son battered and broken by a woman, how painful that must be.

And I owe myself an apology.

Sorry for the hands that once bled for her to buy a free-range chicken, for the five years in the military that left me with this body, for the heart I thought could exchange sincerity for sincerity, only to be trampled into dust.

10. Final Statement

I have hired two people to protect my son and family day and night.

If they dare to hurt my family again, I will make sure they have no place to hide—even if it means sacrificing everything.

This is not a threat. It’s a father’s last bottom line, pushed to the edge.

As for her—

Although I told her this in the police station and have always said so, I sincerely wish her happiness!

But if she keeps going, I will immediately go to the Provincial Department of Education and the Ministry of Education. I will make everyone see: a woman who lies in the police station, calls for others to beat someone, harasses minors at school, and has never told the truth—what right does she have to stand on the podium?

What right does she have to be called “Teacher”?

In conclusion,

There are women like her in this world.

She is a beautiful teacher, an elegant woman in many eyes. She let me meet her, believe in her, give everything, and then personally pushed me into hell.

I write these words not to seek sympathy. I hope that one day, when people read this, they will remember:

In this world, there are such people—wearing a gentle mask, speaking touching words, but doing the most vicious things. Their lies are as dense as spider webs; their deception as natural as breathing.

And I, just another moth caught in the web.

But now, I will burn this web down.

Even if it means burning myself in the flames.

— A man with four broken ribs, a father of a high school senior, and a fool destroyed by a scammer

Written in another sleepless dawn