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

I still remember the first time I saw her.

Gentle, dignified, with a calm demeanor that exuded the grace of a teacher. She was both a teacher and a mother. I thought, such a person must be inherently kind and sincere.

She said her marriage was unhappy, spoke of her husband’s faults, and longed for someone who truly understood her. She cried as she spoke, and I felt my heart ache.

I believed her.

Like a pilgrim blinded, I stepped closer to 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 10,000 yuan monthly allowance. I bought her all kinds of luxury items, 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 regardless of 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 a knife, blood flowing freely, I kept getting stitches for days.

I traveled with her to Jiangxi, her favorite Yunnan, and even went to Xiangxi with her best friends…

I even helped her grade students’ essays.

I thought I was writing a story of love through 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 foolish 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 had transferred her 5,000 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.

So I confronted Xiao, wanting him to know more truth. To my surprise, he said he already knew Teacher Zhou was “cheating,” and that he wouldn’t want this “worthless cheater.”

What surprised me even more was—after Xiao said this, she was still lying to me. She said she wanted to divorce and marry me, asking for 600,000 yuan and a car.

I asked her who the man was who invited her to Shanghai.

She said he was a billionaire who had been pursuing her, but she didn’t like him, never let him touch her, only a close male friend and confidant. The 5,000 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 Less Than 5,000 Yuan

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

I asked about the 5,000 yuan in Yunnan, the man who knew Teacher Zhou.

Her best friend said: She doesn’t know anything about that.

No hospital bills, no cash, no accompaniment.

The 5,000 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 5,000 yuan. And in her heart, how much am I worth? I bought her a Mercedes, gave her 10,000 yuan a month, bought her luxury items, even cut my hand for her—yet in her eyes, these are just the costs a fool willingly pays.

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 realize, every word was like a needle: “Just a fraud.”

5. After Peaceful Breakup, She Set Another Trap

On November 20, 2025, we finally agreed to part ways. She blocked me on WeChat. We agreed not to contact each other. I never asked for the money I gave her to be returned.

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 20,000 yuan I gave her over two months, plus the expenses for her trip to Xiangxi with her best friend, and the phone I bought her, into 30,000 yuan and return it 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 to return the money.

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 the afternoon of November 27, I waited at her school gate all noon, 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, claiming she would withdraw cash at the ATM. She had the card, pretended she couldn’t get the money. Then she said she would transfer via WeChat—though she had been lying earlier that the limit was reached and she couldn’t transfer. Then she said there was no money in WeChat.

Then she called her best friend, asking her to lend money, and transferred 25,000 yuan to me via WeChat.

She still owed 5,000 yuan, but refused to give it. She said only if I returned the things she gave me.

I thought she meant the 200-yuan razor she gave me for my birthday.

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

I told her not to be so unreasonable, but her best friend suggested calling her parents to discuss. I said it was not good 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” with her parents and others that night was a complete lie. Those people were called later to beat me.

Afterward, she kept lying, claiming all those people were 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 subjected to the most brutal beating of my life.

6. Four Ribs Broken, and the Woman Watching Upstairs

I am Wu Shao, 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.

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

She watched the entire scene from above.

If I weren’t a soldier, if those five years hadn’t left me with a body that could still take a beating, if I hadn’t escaped to the car and called 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 preparing for the Gaokao.

She repeatedly went to the school to harass and intimidate him. Using a fake name “Zhou Juan” to infiltrate No. 1 High School, the surveillance footage clearly captured her. Yet, at the police station, she denied everything, claiming she never went there.

A teacher, a mother, harassing a minor—a senior high school student preparing for the college entrance exam.

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.

Including her best friend, who 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, stalking, intimidating, harassing. The 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 with my eyes 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.

The 5,000 yuan in Yunnan wasn’t for hospital expenses at all.

She’s never only been involved in 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 to the fans who saw us in Yunnan—they thought they witnessed love, but in fact, they witnessed 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, cutting chicken for her, for the five years in the army that left me with this body, for the heart that once believed sincerity could exchange sincerity, only to be crushed in the end.

10. Final Statement

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

If they dare to hurt my loved ones again, I will make sure they have no place to hide—even if it means my own death.

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

As for her—

Although I said this at the police station and have always believed it—I sincerely wish her happiness and well-being!

But if she keeps doing this, I will immediately go to the Provincial Department of Education and the Ministry of Education. I will make sure everyone knows: a woman who lies in the police station, calls for others to beat someone’s ribs, 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 the end

It’s shocking that such a woman exists in this world.

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

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

In this world, there are people who wear gentle masks, speak touching words, but do 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 on another sleepless dawn.