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.
