Although I was suffering from labor pains, my mother-in-law and my husband’s entire family closed the door and went on a trip… when they returned the next day and didn’t find me, they were distraught to see a sign that said: “house sold”.

“This is how we deserve to live,” she told Felicity, who was busy posting photos of her new Gucci bags on social media. Dominic sat at a fancy dinner, drinking expensive scotch and choosing to forget the image of his wife bleeding on the floor.

They joked about whether I had managed to call a taxi or if I was still “throwing a tantrum” at home with a newborn. “If she complains when we get back, I will just remind her who owns that house,” Gertrude bragged, unaware she was now homeless.

On the sixth day of their trip, the hammer finally fell. They were at a high end mall when Felicity’s card was declined for a ten thousand dollar watch.

“This must be a mistake, try it again,” she demanded, but the machine beeped with a persistent error. Dominic tried his card, then Gertrude tried hers, but every single one of them had been remotely deactivated.

Panic set in as they realized they had no cash and no way to pay for their final night or their return flights. Dominic tried to call me dozens of times, but I had blocked his number and went straight to voicemail.