You are Algerian, with simple features but deep emotions. You fell in love with an Italian man—his heart warmer than the Mediterranean sun, and his eyes always saw in you a second home. You married for love, a love that knew no borders. But his mother never trusted you, maybe because you were different, or maybe because she couldn't see what her son saw in you.

One day, she told him in a wary tone, "I’ll test her. I’ll make her reveal her true intentions."

That evening, he sat silently on the couch, watching you both carefully. You walked in quietly and saw her standing in front of you, placing a black velvet box on the table. She opened it, revealing sparkling diamonds and shimmering gold.

She looked at you sharply and said, "Choose… one or the other."

You met her gaze with confidence, glanced at the box, smiled slightly, and reached out to take both the diamonds and the gold. She stared at you, stunned. She didn’t expect you to take them both.

But the next moment, your husband burst out laughing, walked over to you, wrapped his arms around you in front of her, and said, "My wife loves me for my soul and my wealth… I’m all yours, and so is everything I own."

You didn’t choose the gold and diamonds out of greed—you chose them because your love for him includes all of him: his heart, his soul, and yes, even his wealth. He isn’t just a man… he’s your destiny.