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When Emma fell in love with a modest teacher, her parents gave her a harsh choice: him or them. On her wedding day, their seats were vacant, but her grandpa stood by her side. Ten years later, at his funeral, her estranged parents sought her forgiveness, but not for the reasons she expected.\n In our pristine suburban home, my parents joked about living in a grand mansion someday. It wasn\u2019t funny by high school, as I realized every decision they made was about climbing the social ladder.\n Mom even judged my friends based on their parents’ income. I\u2019ll never forget her reaction when I brought Bianca over for a science project. “She\u2019s not good enough for you,” Mom said, sneering at Bianca\u2019s clothes and haircut. That was the moment I realized how narrow-minded they were.\n Then I met Liam in college.\n “A teacher?” My mother nearly choked on her champagne when I mentioned him. “Teachers are wonderful, but they\u2019re not exactly… well, you know.”\n I knew exactly what she meant, but for once, I didn\u2019t care. Liam\u2019s passion for teaching made him shine, unlike other guys who flaunted wealth. When he proposed with his grandmother\u2019s ring in the community garden where we had our first date, I said yes before he could finish.\n My parents\u2019 reaction was ice-cold.\n “Not that teacher!” my father spat. “He can\u2019t provide for you or us! You\u2019re throwing your future away!”\n “If you marry him,” Mom added sharply, “we\u2019ll cut you off. It\u2019s him or us.”\n I was heartbroken but firm. “I\u2019ll send an invitation in case you change your minds.”\n Our wedding was intimate and perfect, except for the two empty front-row seats. Grandpa filled the void with his presence.\n Life wasn\u2019t easy. Liam\u2019s teaching salary and my freelance work barely covered our needs. But our home was full of love, especially after Sophie was born. Grandpa was our rock, showing up with groceries when things were tight and teaching Sophie card tricks.\n “You know what real wealth is?” he once told Sophie. “It\u2019s having people who love you for who you are.”\n When Grandpa passed, I felt lost. At his funeral, I saw my parents, older but still polished, asking for forgiveness.\n “Emma, darling,” my mother said, taking my hands, “we\u2019ve been such fools. Can we try to rebuild our relationship?”\n My heart soared until Aunt Claire pulled me aside. “Don\u2019t fall for it,” she warned. “They\u2019re only apologizing because of Grandpa\u2019s will.”\n “What condition?” I asked.\n Claire explained that Grandpa had tied their inheritance to reconciliation with me. Without it, their share would go to charity.\n The truth hit hard. Even now, it was about money.\n That day, I learned Grandpa had left me a separate inheritance for Sophie\u2019s education and easing our finances. My parents, however, would receive nothing\u2014their share directed to educational charities.\n I smiled, picturing Grandpa\u2019s satisfied grin. He\u2019d turned their greed into something beautiful.\n That night, snuggled between Liam and Sophie on our worn couch, I felt peace. My parents\u2019 betrayal stung, but it was distant now, eclipsed by the warmth of the family I\u2019d built. I knew I\u2019d never regret choosing love over money. After all, I knew I was the richest person.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When Emma fell in love with a modest teacher, her parents gave her a harsh choice: him or them. On her wedding day, their seats were vacant, but her grandpa stood by her side. 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