Trunk for Our Daughter, Seat for Her Dog

On the hottest day, my husband’s assistant, Alicia, shoved my daughter, Lyra, into the car trunk just to make space for her dog, insulting her as a bastard. I immediately sent her to a sweltering, lawless country to teach her a lesson. The next day, my husband, Roman, returned with sobbing Alicia and slapped me across the face. I yelled that Lyra was hospitalized from being trapped in the trunk, but he ignored me. Instead, he suggested a cruel race: Lyra against his assistant’s dog, with the winner becoming his heir.