Even as the jail cell doors clanged shut behind them, they still arrogantly believed they had leverage.

They thought they were playing checkers; they had no idea I’d been playing three-dimensional chess for years.

By the next morning, Daniel’s high-priced defense attorney had aggressively filed an emergency injunction, claiming my severe injuries and medication rendered me mentally incompetent, and demanding Daniel be granted emergency conservatorship.

Vivian, using her one phone call, contacted a tabloid reporter to claim I’d staged a self-harm attack to ruin her son’s stellar reputation.

Meanwhile, Daniel’s shadowy “business partner” frantically began trying to route millions of dollars through a labyrinth of anonymous shell corporations in the Cayman Islands.

They vastly underestimated my operation.