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 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.