Minutes before signing the marriage certificate, a woman on the street grabbed her hand and whispered, “If you get married, you’ll die”; hours later, back in her new home, she saw a message on her husband’s cell phone that left her frozen…

—You’re not going back to him. You’re not signing anything. And from here we’re going straight to the Public Prosecutor’s Office.

That was the moment I understood that I wasn’t running away from a failed marriage.

I was running away from the man who had planned to make me a widow of myself.

And the worst part was that we still had to face it all seriously.