“If you marry him, you’re no longer my daughter.” Those were the last words my father said before walking out of my life. I chose love over approval—Lucas, a kind carpenter with a big heart but little money. When I got pregnant, my father disowned me, convinced I was throwing my life away. Lucas and I built a new life from nothing. It was hard—especially when our expected twins turned out to be triplets—but full of love and determination. Slowly, his carpentry business grew,
and so did our home, our joy, and our peace.Three years later, my father called. “I’ll be there tomorrow. One chance.” He arrived, polished and distant, judging our modest home—until something shifted. “You’re not struggling,”