At the park, my son shouted, “Mom! Dad’s in a super fancy car!”It shattered everything I believed. We were broke—weren’t we?I saw the photo: Daniel, in a Mercedes, wearing a tailored suit.My partner of seven years, who said he was job hunting.

Suspicious, I followed him the next day.Not to a job interview—but to a skyscraper.There, I saw him greet a woman and two teens…One with his eyes.Daniel confessed: he was the heir to a corporate empire, in an arranged marriage he never wanted. He’d walked away from that world,