It was ridiculous.
Childish, even.
But that stupid idea ended up protecting my apartment, my money, and probably years of my life.
My name is Mariana Salgado.
I was thirty-one years old, and only a few hours earlier, I had married Rodrigo Luján after dating him for two years.
Our reception ended a little after midnight at an elegant hotel in Polanco, Mexico City.
Rodrigo stayed downstairs to say goodbye to a few business associates.
I went up to the bridal suite alone, still wearing my wedding dress.
He had been drinking champagne all evening.
He was cheerful.
Relaxed.
Completely happy.
At least, that was what I thought.
Then I had an absurd idea.
I decided to hide beneath the bed, record Rodrigo’s reaction when he entered the room and realized I was missing, and save the video to show him on our first anniversary.
I switched on my phone camera.
Then I lowered myself onto the floor and squeezed beneath the bed.
My veil caught against the wooden frame.
I nearly laughed out loud trying to free it.
Then the door opened.
I immediately knew the footsteps weren’t Rodrigo’s.
High heels crossed the room.
A pair of burgundy shoes stopped inches from where I was hiding.
I recognized them.
My mother-in-law.
Patricia Luján.
She sat on the edge of the mattress directly above me.
My smile disappeared.
Patricia pulled out her phone.
A moment later, I heard Rodrigo’s voice through the speaker.
“Where are you?”
“In the service elevator,” he answered. “Mariana is probably still with her friends.”
Patricia laughed softly.
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