My Wealthy Parents Disowned Me for Marrying a Poor Mechanic—Then on Our Wedding Night, He Handed Me an Envelope He’d Hidden for 11 Months

I looked at both of them.

“If your love requires me to marry someone you approve of, then you’re not offering love.”

My father’s expression hardened.

“You’ll receive nothing.”

“I understand.”

Then I left.

PART 7 — SILENCE

They meant it.

No calls.

No card.