When Emma fell in love with a modest teacher, her parents gave her an ultimatum: choose him or them. On her wedding day, their seats were empty, but her grandfather stood beside her. At his funeral ten years later, her estranged parents asked her for forgiveness, but not for the reasons she thought.
When I was growing up in our clean suburban house, my parents constantly joked that someday we would all live in a big mansion.
‘One day, Emma,’ my father would say, adjusting his already immaculate tie in the hall mirror, ‘we’ll live in a house so big that you’ll need a map to find the kitchen.’
My mother would laugh, the clinking of crystal glasses ringing out, and add: ‘And you’ll marry someone who will help us get there, won’t you, dear?’
‘A prince!’ I replied when I was little. ‘With a big castle! And lots of horses!’
In my early childhood, I found this amusing. I even dreamed of my future castle. But by high school, I realised there was nothing funny about it.
My parents were relentless. Every decision they made, every friendship, every event we attended had to somehow contribute to our social advancement.
My mum checked my friends based on their parents’ tax brackets! I don’t think I’ll ever forget the smirk on her face when I brought my classmate Bianca over to work on our science project.
‘You’re not friends with that girl, are you?’ my mother asked at dinner that evening.
I shrugged. ‘Bianca is nice, and she’s one of the best students in the class.’
‘She’s not good enough for you,’ my mother replied sternly. ‘Those cheap clothes and awful haircut say it all, whether she’s the best student or not.’
When my mother said those words, a strange feeling stirred inside me. It was then that I truly realised how narrow-minded my parents were.
My father was no better. Instead of watching my performances, he socialised with me at school events.
I still remember my leading role in The Glass Menagerie in my final year. My father spent the entire performance in the foyer discussing investment opportunities with the parents of my fellow actors.
‘Did you even see me?’ I asked him afterwards, still in my costume.
‘Of course, princess,’ he replied, without looking up from his phone. ‘I heard the applause. It must have been wonderful.’
Then came college and Liam.
‘A teacher?’ My mother nearly choked on her champagne when I told her about him. ‘Emma, dear, teachers are wonderful people, but they’re not exactly… well, you know.’
She glanced around our country club as if someone might overhear this shameful secret.
I knew exactly what she meant, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t care.
Liam was different from anyone I had ever met. While other guys tried to impress me by talking about their parents’ houses or fancy cars, he talked about becoming a teacher with such passion that his whole face lit up.
When he proposed, it wasn’t with a huge diamond in a fancy restaurant. It was with his grandmother’s ring in the public garden where we had our first date.
The stone was small, but in the sunlight it sparkled so brightly that it seemed as if it contained all the stars in the universe.
‘I can’t give you a mansion,’ he said, his voice trembling slightly, ‘but I promise to give you a home filled with love.’
I said ‘yes’ before he even finished his request.
My parents’ reaction was harsh.
‘Not that teacher!’ my father hissed, as if he were talking about some kind of criminal. ‘How will he provide for you? And for us? You’ll throw your future away if you marry him!’
‘He already provides me with everything I need,’ I told them. ‘He’s kind, he makes me laugh, and he…’
‘I forbid it!’ my father interrupted. ‘If you go through with this, if you marry this teacher…’
‘Then we will disown you,’ my mother finished, her voice sharp as glass. ‘Call him right now and break up with him, or we’ll disown you. We didn’t spend all that time and effort raising you so you could throw it all away.’
My jaw dropped.
‘You can’t be serious,’ I whispered.
‘It’s either him or us,’ Dad replied with a stony face.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy for my parents to accept Liam, but this much? I couldn’t believe they would make such an impossible demand.
But their stern expressions made it clear that their decision was final. I realised I had to make a choice, and it broke my heart.
‘I’ll send you a wedding invitation if you change your mind,’ I said, getting up and leaving.
The wedding was small, intimate and perfect, except for the two empty seats in the front row. But Grandpa was there, and somehow his presence filled the whole church.
He walked me down the aisle, his steps slow but steady, his grip on my arm firm and reassuring.
‘You chose the right kind of wealth, kid,’ he whispered, hugging me. ‘Love is more important than money. It always has been and always will be.’
After that, life was not easy. Liam’s teaching salary and the money I earned from freelancing were barely enough to make ends meet.
We lived in a tiny flat where the heating only worked when it was needed, and our neighbours’ music became our constant soundtrack. But our home was full of laughter, especially after Sophie was born.
She inherited her father’s gentle heart and my stubbornness, and that combination made me proud of her every day.
Grandpa was our rock in everything.
‘Emma, dear, don’t fall for it,’ she said in a low voice, leading me to a quiet corner. ‘Your parents’ apologies aren’t genuine. They’re only doing this because of a condition in your grandfather’s will.’
‘What condition?’
Aunt Claire pursed her lips. ‘Dad tried for years to convince your parents to make peace with you. They always refused, so he included it in his will. Your mother will only receive her inheritance if they apologise and make peace with you, otherwise her share of the money will go to charity.’
The truth hit me like a physical blow. Even now, after so many years, it was still about money. The tears in their eyes weren’t for me or my grandfather. They were tears for their bank account.
I thanked Aunt Claire for telling me the truth, then walked up to the microphone to give another speech.
‘Grandpa taught me what real wealth looks like,’ I said, my voice echoing through the silent room. ‘It’s like my husband spending extra hours helping struggling students without pay. It’s like my daughter sharing her lunch with a classmate who forgot theirs.’
‘True wealth is love given freely and unconditionally.’ I looked directly at my parents. ‘Some people never learn this lesson. But I am grateful that I had someone who showed me the difference between true wealth and mere wealth.’
Later, I learned that my grandfather had left me a separate inheritance, with no strings attached. It will be enough to pay for Sophie’s college education and ease our constant financial juggling.
The solicitor also confirmed that my parents would receive nothing. Every penny of their expected inheritance would go to educational charities to support students who couldn’t afford college.
I couldn’t help but smile as I imagined my grandfather’s satisfied grin. He had found a way to turn their greed into something beautiful.
That evening, sitting between Liam and Sophie on our worn but comfortable sofa, watching an old film and sharing a bowl of popcorn, I felt a peace I hadn’t expected.
My parents’ betrayal still hurt, but now it was a distant pain, overshadowed by the warmth of the family I had chosen and created.
‘Mum,’ Sophie asked, snuggling closer, ‘will you tell me another story about my great-grandfather?’
‘Well, sweetheart,’ I said, catching Liam’s loving gaze over her head, ‘let me tell you how he taught me what true wealth is…’
Looking at my daughter’s excited face and my husband’s tender smile, I knew I would never regret choosing love over money. After all, I was the richest person I knew.
