The Untouchable Ex-Wife

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"Let me go!" Joanne didn't like people touching her, and tried to shake Gina off.

Her reaction only made the parents more suspicious, and they wondered if the accusations were true. "We just asked you to roll up your sleeves. What's so difficult about that?"

"There must be something wrong. We can't let her go. Where's the principal... He has to come here and explain this."

"I think we should just tear off her clothes and see if she really has a disease." Some parents even ran to the door to block Joanne from leaving.

"Yeah, Ms. Garcia. What are you afraid of? We just asked you to roll up your sleeves; it won't hurt you." Gina steadied herself and grabbed Joanne's arms again, then roughly pulled the sleeves of Joanne's shirt, tearing them off.

The people there gasped in horror when they saw Joanne's skin.

"What's wrong with her?"

"How horrible... Who is she? What did she go through?"

Joanne's exposed arms were full of scars and marks. There were burn marks, scratches, and discolored bruises all over her arms, and it was shocking. The area leading to her wrists had countless overlapping knife cuts, displaying her mental trauma and desperate attempts to end her life.

"It's terrible. How could such a person be the class teacher of our kids? Does the principal think we're stupid?" The parents were bewildered and angry, and tried to drag Joanne to the principal's office to demand an explanation.

"Let go of me!" Joanne felt like a monster who was being exposed to light after years of living in the dark. She covered her arms, wanting desperately to leave. She pushed past the parents and staggered out of the class, and the parents quickly pursued her.

"Go away! Don't come near me! Leave me be!" Joanne screamed and sobbed, running out of the building. When she turned the corner to the stairs, she bumped into somebody. She grabbed their arms to steady herself, then looked up to apologize. However, when she saw the person, her eyes widened and her face paled. "You... You..."

Quinton looked down at Joanne and frowned icily. "It's been a while, my dear sister."

"You're... You demon!" Joanne's body shuddered violently. She tried her best to push him away, but he gripped her arms tighter so she couldn't escape.