And while Daniel hadn’t laid his hands on me directly, he was complicit.
Daniel and I had met while studying abroad in the UK. We fell in love, and I had stronger academic achievements than him. I could have stayed overseas with a promising career.
But for love, I returned to the United States with him, and we both applied for teaching positions at the university.
At first, everything seemed fine.
Until I discovered Daniel’s affair with Vanessa, then still a senior student.
Vanessa was lazy, never attending classes, spending her days partying. With her father protecting her, no professor dared fail her.
But she wanted more—graduation, a faculty position.
To make it happen, she needed forged transcripts and a polished thesis.
The easiest path was stealing an unpublished paper.
She set her sights on mine—freshly completed but not yet submitted.
When I confronted her, she wielded her father’s authority to intimidate me.
I refused to yield and threatened to report her academic fraud.
That was when Richard Miller strangled me in his office.
And together, they buried me under the athletic field.