I quietly slipped under the wooden bed, my veil getting tangled in the frame. The thought of Marcus finding me like this made me shiver. I remembered his sparkling eyes and our nighttime escapades, far from the image of a perfect marriage.
It wasn’t Marcus who entered, but Veronica, my mother-in-law. Her voice, as icy as her laughter, echoed: “The plan is simple… the condo will belong to us.” My heart stopped. She saw my father as an ordinary engineer and me as prey.
Staying hidden under the bed was my first reaction, but soon a new determination awakened within me. I had recorded their conversation. Immediately, I grabbed my phone to call my father and my friend, Celia, who is a lawyer. Together, we protected my assets and prepared our counterattack.
The next day, when Marcus came home, I behaved like an obedient wife. But every word, every gesture, was carefully calculated. The recordings exposed their scheme, while my legal documents confirmed that the condo and the money rightfully belonged to me.
The final dinner was a sweeping success. Veronica, faced with overwhelming evidence and my exceptional cooking skills, left the place, leaving Marcus frozen in shock. I handed him the documents: “This is your last chance. Otherwise, justice will take its course.”
The divorce was swift. Veronica vanished. Marcus claimed nothing. As for me, I discovered strength within myself and embraced a new beginning in my condo. My innocence had been replaced by vigilance and power.
Conclusion: This experience taught me that behind the appearance of a perfect marriage, hidden truths can lurk. I learned to stand up for myself and take control, steering my life in a new direction.