On my wedding night, I crawled beneath the bed because I wanted to surprise my new husband.
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