My father controlled every part of my life—my schools, friends, clothes—treating me like an investment, not a daughter. I tolerated it until he tried to control who I loved.
I met Matthew in a simple, unglamorous way—almost hitting him with my car. He was kind, humble, and hardworking, unlike the men in my father’s world. I adored him.
Matthew proposed under the stars with a simple ring, promising love without wealth. I said yes without hesitation.
When I told my father, he disapproved. “He’s beneath you,” he said. I stood firm, even without my father’s support.
After a fire at my father’s house, Matthew saved my family, but my father dismissed him. That was the last straw. I left my father and chose Matthew.
Now, as I care for Matthew, I know for sure—together, we have all we need.
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