My husband’s family never knew I had once been an MMA champion. At my mother-in-law’s BBQ, my brother-in-law poured beer over my head.

The entire family froze.

I leaned close enough that only he could hear. “I could have hurt you. I chose not to. Remember that.”

Then I released him.

He staggered upright, breathing heavily, humiliated. “You psycho,” he spat. “You planned this.”

I nearly laughed. “You poured beer on my head at your mother’s barbecue. Planning wasn’t required.”

Diane hurried to comfort Derek as though he were the victim. “Look what she did to my son!”

Ryan moved beside me. “Your son assaulted me, then grabbed my wife.”

Diane’s expression hardened. “Maybe if your wife knew her place—”

“Careful,” I said.

She blinked, startled by my voice.

Derek grabbed his phone. “I’m calling the cops. I’ll tell them she attacked me.”

“Do that,” I said.

His thumb stopped.

I gestured toward the roof. “Your mother’s security cameras cover the entire deck.”

Diane’s expression shifted.