He sent his wife to a mental wellness center to marry his mistress. But just as the wedding began, his wife arrived in a supercar with a “gift.” “I think you need a break, my love,” my husband Julian said, his voice a soothing lie. “A wellness retreat.” It was a private sanitarium. For two months, he kept me drugged and isolated while he stole my inheritance to fund his wedding to another woman. He thought he had erased me. He thought I was a broken, fragile thing. He was wrong. I arrived at his