During the wedding, my mother-in-law declared, “We’ll give the apartment only to our son, so she won’t get any share.” Everyone went silent. Then my father, who works as a long-distance driver, said calmly, “Now let me speak.” What happened next left her speechless…

Anna stole a glance at Leo. He caught her eye and smiled, and the nervous knot in her stomach loosened slightly. She knew their relationship was a test. They came from different worlds. She was the daughter of a simple long-haul truck driver, raised in a small suburban town, keenly aware of the value of every dollar. He was the son of a wealthy and imperious woman, accustomed to a life of privilege and indulgence. But Anna believed in their love, believed it was stronger than any social prejudice.

The guests began to fill the room. Leo’s side was a sea of Eleanor’s business partners—stoic, haughty figures in expensive suits and couture dresses. Anna’s side was her family and friends—simple, sincere people, their faces beaming with genuine happiness for her. Her father, Robert Peterson, stood out among them. A sturdy man with kind, weary eyes, he wore his best suit, but it was clear he felt uncomfortable in the opulent surroundings.

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