My Husband Murdered Our Girls,I Made Him Pay in Blood

Just because my five-year-old twin daughters ate leftover cake that belonged to my husband's kept woman, he sent them to St. Lazarus.

The enforcers came to the house in the middle of the afternoon. Two men in dark coats who answered to the compound, not to me. They dragged my girls out by the arms. Elena and Rosalia clung to the car door, sobbing, screaming for their daddy.

I dropped to my knees and begged.

"They're only five years old. They're just babies. A place like that will kill them. I'm their mother. I'm the one who failed to teach them properly.