On my wedding night, I crawled under the bed, my veil still caught in my hair, giggling – one last silly prank before I became a wife. The door cre:aked. My husband’s voice came through, warm… then my mother-in-law’s voice cut through like ice. “Have you given it to her yet?” she hissed.

The room watched Daniel’s polished shoes stop beside the bed.

Then his voice filled the hall.

“She drank enough. She’ll be unconscious soon.”

His mother’s voice followed, sharp and cold.

“By morning, she’ll wake up with nothing.”

Someone screamed.

Daniel lunged for the remote, but an officer caught his arm.

I stood.

“Daniel forged my signature. His mother told him to hide the documents in my suitcase. The champagne sample has already been sent for testing. The transfer is void. The merger proposal is suspended. And under the morality and criminal conduct clauses in the prenuptial agreement Daniel signed yesterday, he leaves this marriage with nothing.”

His mother slammed both hands onto the table.

“You little snake!”

I stepped closer, my voice low.

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