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 over there?” He asked, his tone shifting instantly from playful to concerned. Genuine worry clung to every word.

“Vincent has chosen the...