I met my husband when he was broke, wretched, and completely neglected by his family, even though his siblings were doing well. Out of love and commitment, I sacrificed my job to help him start his gold-buying business. Though he was robbed along the way, he managed to bounce back with my support, and together, we worked hard to build a two-story house and raise our three children. Sadly, he later complained of a strange illness and passed away. Now, his family, who once abandoned him, is after his house, bringing along children they suddenly claim are his, children he never mentioned to me. I refuse to accept this. - Wife shares.