When I fell in love with Liam, a humble teacher, my parents gave me an ultimatum: choose him or them. Growing up, they had always dreamed of wealth, pushing me to marry into money. So when I chose Liam and love over status, they cut me off completely.On our wedding day, their seats sat empty. Only my Grandpa was there, walking me down the aisle and whispering, “You picked the right kind of wealth, kid.” Life wasn’t easy—we lived modestly,
scraping by on Liam’s teaching salary and my freelance work—but our home was full of laughter, especially after our daughter, Sophie, was born.Grandpa remained our rock until he passed away a decade later. At his funeral, to my shock, my estranged parents showed up, begging for forgiveness. For a moment, my heart hoped they had finally realized what mattered. But my Aunt Claire pulled me aside and told me the truth: