MARYLYN’S POV

“I bet you are so happy now, my precious. Are you enjoying the show? I told you Daddy would handle it. Anything for my daughter. So tell me—how’s the show going?”

“Horrible, Dad!” I snapped, my voice sharp with rage. If he were not my father, I might’ve done something much worse. My chest rose and fell heavily. I blinked, and a tear slid down my cheek before I could stop it. My body was on fire, each nerve burning from humiliation.

“Horrible? What is happening ...