On the first morning after our wedding, my husband sla:pped me while his whole family watched. They expected tears, sh:ame, and silence. Instead, I looked at him coldly and left without a word.

you doing?”

I took my purse.

“Ending your family,” I said.

Then I walked out.

By 8:17 a.m., I was in the back seat of a black car traveling toward Manhattan. My cheek still throbbed, but my hands did not shake. I opened my laptop, accessed the encrypted drive I had prepared months earlier, and called my lawyer.

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