At the wedding party, I accidentally spilled a little water on my daughter-in-law’s dress. She furiously threw her wine at my rented $50,000 gown. What I did next made her realize she had crossed the wrong person.

When red wine exploded across my $50,000 rental gown, I smiled at my new daughter-in-law and calmly told her she’d just made the biggest mistake of her privileged life. I walked out of that wedding reception with wine dripping from my designer beadwork, and by the time I reached my car, I had already decided to destroy her family’s empire.

Three months later, she would learn exactly what happens when you humiliate a woman who spent thirty years as a forensic accountant.