My husband mocked me in court for having no lawyer—unaware my legal team and federal investigators were already waiting, and the evidence in my hands was about to destroy everything

our marriage: a fractured wrist, a shoulder injury, bruising around my ribs, and a concussion attributed to falling against a bathroom cabinet.

Each record described me as anxious, hesitant, and repeatedly glancing toward my husband before answering questions. Two nurses noted that Vincent insisted on remaining in the room. Another observed that I appeared continue reading …