I came home and found my husband punishing my eight-year-old daughter because he claimed she had torn his mistress’s $10,000 dress.

at Derek with open disgust.

“You punished a child without even asking what happened.”

“She lied to me!”

“No,” I said.

My voice stayed quiet.

“That’s what you needed to believe.”

Vanessa suddenly grabbed her purse.

“I’m leaving.”

Daniel looked up.

“I wouldn’t.”

She froze.

He raised his phone.

“The police are already on their way.”

Part 3

The police arrived eleven minutes later.

By then, no one in the room was speaking.

Vanessa stood beside the kitchen island, clutching her handbag to her chest.

Derek paced near the dining