Because of poverty, my parents sold me to a rich man, but what happened on our wedding night sh0cked everyone…

People in town gossiped. Whispered. Judged. But their words never crossed the threshold of the Shaw home.

Matilda had once been sold. But in the end—she had won.

She gained a home.
A partner.
Children.
A life she chose—and protected.

“Love comes in different shapes,” Matilda would tell her children.
“Ours was simply a different kind. And that made it ours.”