The Poisonous Needles in My Heart

At my husband Felix’s birthday party, our daughter, Lilly, was supposed to perform a Latin dance for him.

Instead, he forced her into dance shoes and leggings embedded with poisonous needles, locked her in the dance studio, and made her spin all night long.

All because I had humiliated his model mistress and their illegitimate daughter.

“I had just decided to give them a home, and you already broke their hearts!”

"Let your daughter atone for your sins."

When I burst into the dance studio, the sight that greeted me made me want to tear my eyes out.