But he shook his head violently. “No! You cheated on me!”

And with that, he stormed out—leaving her alone, holding four infants who suddenly had no father, no protection, and no future inheritance.

That night, as she rocked them to sleep, she whispered softly, “It doesn’t matter who leaves. You are mine. And I will protect you always.”

Raising one child alone is hard. Raising four felt almost impossible. But Olivia refused to give up.

She worked wherever she could—cleaning offices late into the night, sewing clothes before dawn, stretching every dollar just to keep a roof over their heads.