At my wedding, my mother dramatically objected, claiming my fiancé Brian wasn’t “good enough”
for me. She always disapproved of him, preferring a wealthy, high-status son-in-law instead of a humble librarian,
I met Brian on the metro after a long nursing shift, and fate brought us together again when he heroically
retrieved my stolen purse. Our love grew quickly, but my mother never accepted him. She scoffed at his career,
criticized his simple sapphire engagement ring, and constantly belittled his background.
At the altar, she made a scene, declaring I was throwing my future away. But Brian had the perfect response—he
revealed her hidden financial struggles and, to everyone’s shock, disclosed that he was actually a billionaire.
He had kept his wealth a secret to ensure I loved him for who he was, not what he had,
I was stunned but overjoyed, knowing my love for him was real. We married amidst cheers,
while my mother fled in humiliation. My father, in contrast, stayed, offering his heartfelt blessing.
