After three years of painful estrangement, my father unexpectedly reentered my life, forcing me to confront the wounds of our past. When I had told him I was pregnant and marrying Lucas, a humble yet hardworking carpenter, he had coldly disowned me, believing I was throwing away my future. Despite the heartbreak, Lucas and I built a life together, facing struggles but ultimately finding stability and love. Just as we had finally settled into a peaceful life with our triplets, my father called, offering me a chance to return—to trade my hard-earned happiness for the wealth and status he had always valued.
When he arrived at our modest home, his initial disappointment was evident, but so was his surprise: we were not struggling as he had assumed. His attempt to lure me back with promises of a better life fell flat when I firmly stood my ground, choosing love and family over material wealth. As he sat in his car, seemingly battling his pride, I saw his anger turn to regret. Hours later, he returned to our doorstep, finally admitting his mistakes. With tears in his eyes, he embraced me, apologizing for the years lost. As he knelt before my children, hearing one of them call him “Grandpa” for the first time, I knew our fractured bond was beginning to heal.