Then there was a knock on the door. My husband opened — and a woman came in. Young, well-dressed, with a confident smile. My daughter immediately went silent. He told her, “Go to your room,” and then locked the door.

During the next hour on the video, I heard my daughter’s desperate screams: “Mom! Mo-mom!” — she cried, called me, knocked on the door.

Meanwhile, my husband and his mistress laughed, drank wine, and did all this in our bedroom. In the house where our family lived. While their own daughter, terrified, was alone behind the locked door.