Just then, my husband Daniel stepped into the foyer, calm but firm. When he heard what the man wanted, his expression turned cold.“You gave her nothing,” Daniel said. “We met in that orphanage. We built everything we have from scratch. You don’t deserve a cent.”

The man stammered, cornered by truth. Daniel stepped closer. “Get off our property. Or I call the cops.”The man left, shoulders hunched, ego shattered.Daniel turned to me, held me tight, and whispered, “You owe him nothing. We built this life. Together.”And in that moment, I knew—my past didn’t define me. Love did.