Three days after our wedding, my husband turned violent over a late meal—so I looked him in the eye and made it clear he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life

laughed and clapped me on the shoulder.

“The gym’s yours whenever you need it, Lorelei,” he said warmly. “We’ve all got your back.”

For the next two weeks, I worked late into the night designing a program that blended practical self-defense with mental resilience. I stripped away competition rules and focused entirely on real-world survival.

One evening,continue reading …