On my wedding night, I hid under the bed to surprise my husband.
Instead I heard him and his mother plan to rob me,
calmly, laughing,
certain I was a manageable girl from nothing
who’d be grateful for whatever they let me keep.
They forgot two things.
My father is not a nobody.
And my recording app was still running.
The next morning, in front of twenty people,
his mother grabbed my wrist and told me to learn who makes the decisions.
So I set my phone on the table,
and I let her hear who really does.
They gave me an apartment to steal it back.
It’s mine.
They called my father a nobody.
His lawyers took Grayson apart.
They told me to show no weakness from the start.
