C6 What Kind Of Future Can You Give Her?

The moment I arrived, her parents made it clear that I wasn’t welcome. They didn’t even allow me to see her.

Instead, they stood at the gate and spoke to me as if I was nothing. “Leave Samantha alone,” her father, Nicolas Heaps said coldly. “She doesn’t want to see you anymore.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “What are you talking about? I just want to speak to her.”

Her mother, Katie Heaps folded her arms. “You have nothing to offer our daughter.” The words hit me harder than any punishment I had ever received.

“You don’t even own a car,” her father continued. “You ride a bicycle everywhere. What kind of future can you give her?”

I felt my chest tighten. I had never cheated on Samantha. I had never hurt her. I had always treated her with love and respect.

Yet there I was, being judged simply because I came from a poor family. Broken and angry, I left without another word.

Instead of going home, I headed straight to the café. I opened my laptop and buried myself in work. Programming. Networking. Hacking tutorials. Anything that could distract me from the humiliation I had just experienced.

For hours, I sat there staring at the screen, trying to convince myself that none of it mattered. But deep down, it did.