On my wedding night, my father-in-law secretly handed me $1,000 and whispered: ‘If you want to live, run.
Those three days stretched like years. Sleep never came. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father-in-law’s face—the fear in his eyes more terrifying than any threat. If it had all been a joke, why would a man used to power and wealth look as though he was waiting to die? On…
