Updated Oct 23, 2025 • ~10 min read
SEB’S POV
The letter arrived on a Thursday.
Plain white envelope. No return address. But the moment I saw it, something in my gut twisted.
I opened it in my office at work, away from Lina. Away from the happiness we’d been building.
Mr. Santoro,
We’ve been conducting a routine follow-up investigation regarding your green card application. Some inconsistencies have come to our attention that require clarification. Specifically, we’ve received an anonymous tip regarding the nature of your marriage to Lina Moreno.
You are required to appear for a secondary interview on November 18th at 9 AM. Failure to appear will result in immediate suspension of your application and potential deportation proceedings.
Regards, U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services
My hands shook as I read it again. And again.
Anonymous tip. Someone had reported us. Someone knew the marriage had started as fraud.
But who?
LINA’S POV
I knew something was wrong the moment Seb came home.
He was quiet. Too quiet. Moving through the apartment like a ghost, avoiding eye contact.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Seb, I can tell when you’re lying. What happened?”
He pulled the letter from his briefcase, handed it to me without a word.
I read it. Read it again. Felt my world tilt.
“Anonymous tip,” I whispered. “Someone reported us.”
“Yeah.”
“Who would do that? Who even knows?”
“I don’t know. But they know enough to cause problems.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Lina, this could be bad. Really bad. If they dig deep enough, if they find evidence of the original arrangement—”
“They’ll deport you.”
“And you could face charges. Fraud. Lying to federal officials.” He looked at me, and I saw fear in his eyes. “We could lose everything.”
I sank onto the couch, my hand automatically going to my stomach. Our daughter kicked, as if sensing my distress.
“We have to figure out who reported us,” I said.
“How? It’s anonymous.”
“Someone who knew. Someone who—” A thought occurred to me. “Jasper.”
“What?”
“Jasper. He hired an investigator before. He knew about our timeline. What if he—”
“He wouldn’t. He backed off. He agreed to co-parenting.”
“Did he? Or was he just waiting for another angle?” I stood, pacing. “Think about it, Seb. He wanted full custody. We fought him. Now suddenly there’s an anonymous tip about our marriage?”
“That’s a big accusation.”
“So is immigration fraud!” My voice cracked. “We need to know. We need to—”
A sharp pain lanced through my abdomen.
I gasped, doubling over.
“Lina!” Seb was at my side immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. It hurts. It—” Another pain. Sharper. “Something’s wrong.”
“We’re going to the hospital. Now.”
SEB’S POV
The emergency room was chaos.
Lina clutched my hand as they wheeled her back, her face pale with pain and fear. I followed, ignoring the nurse who tried to make me wait outside.
“I’m her husband,” I said firmly. “I’m not leaving.”
They hooked her up to monitors. Checked her vitals. A different doctor—not Dr. Coleman—examined her with professional efficiency.
“Your blood pressure is elevated,” she said. “How long have you been experiencing pain?”
“Just started. Maybe twenty minutes ago.” Lina’s voice shook. “Is the baby okay?”
“Let’s check.”
The ultrasound machine wheeled in felt like a death sentence. I held Lina’s hand so tight I was probably hurting her, but I couldn’t let go.
The doctor moved the wand across Lina’s stomach. Seconds felt like hours.
Then—a heartbeat. Strong and steady.
“The baby’s fine,” the doctor said. “Heartbeat is good. No signs of distress.”
Lina sobbed with relief.
“Then what’s causing the pain?” I asked.
“Stress, most likely. Combined with elevated blood pressure. Mrs. Santoro, have you been under unusual stress lately?”
Lina looked at me. The letter. The anonymous tip. Everything crashing down.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’m prescribing bed rest for the next few days. And I want you to see your regular OB this week. If the pain continues or worsens, come back immediately.” The doctor looked at me. “Keep her calm. Stress is dangerous for both mother and baby.”
Keep her calm. Right. While our entire world was falling apart.
LINA’S POV
At home, Seb settled me into bed like I was made of glass.
“I’m fine,” I said. “The baby’s fine.”
“You’re not fine. You’re on bed rest.”
“For a few days. It’s not that serious.”
“Lina, you were in pain. The baby—” His voice broke. “I thought we were losing her.”
“But we didn’t. She’s okay. We’re okay.”
“Are we?” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Between the immigration investigation and the custody situation and now your health—nothing about this is okay.”
“Then what do we do?”
“I don’t know.” He looked defeated. “For the first time since this started, I don’t know how to fix this.”
My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.
Thought you should know. Jasper’s lawyer contacted immigration. He’s trying to get your marriage investigated. Be careful. – A friend
I showed Seb the text.
His face went cold. “I’m going to kill him.”
“Seb—”
“He’s trying to destroy us. To take our daughter. All because he can’t handle that we’re actually happy.”
“We don’t know it was him for sure—”
“Who else would it be?” He stood, pacing. “I’m calling Natalia. We need to know our options.”
He left the room, phone already at his ear. I lay there, hand on my stomach, feeling our daughter move.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Your dad’s going to fix this. He always does.”
But I wasn’t sure I believed it.
SEB’S POV
Natalia answered on the second ring.
“Sebastian. I was about to call you.”
“You heard about the immigration investigation?”
“I heard about something else. Sit down.”
“I’m already sitting.”
“Jasper filed an emergency motion this morning. He’s claiming you and Lina are unfit parents due to immigration fraud. He’s asking for full custody again.”
The world tilted.
“He can’t do that. We have an agreement.”
“Agreements can be challenged. Especially when new evidence comes to light.” Papers rustled on her end. “Sebastian, this is bad. He’s painting a picture of two people who fabricated a marriage, lied to federal authorities, and are now bringing a child into an unstable, potentially illegal situation.”
“We love each other. The marriage is real now.”
“But it wasn’t always. And that’s what he’s going to use.” Her voice softened. “I’m not giving up. But you need to prepare for the possibility that we might lose. Both the immigration case and the custody battle.”
“No. No, that’s not happening.”
“Sebastian—”
“We’re not losing our daughter. I don’t care what it takes. We’re fighting this.”
After I hung up, I sat in the office—the nursery, with its sage green walls and the crib we’d finally assembled properly—and tried not to fall apart.
We’d built this life. This family. This home.
And now it was all at risk of crumbling.
Lina appeared in the doorway. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I heard you on the phone. What did Natalia say?”
I told her. Watched her face crumble as reality set in.
“He’s taking our baby,” she whispered.
“He’s trying to. There’s a difference.”
“Is there?” She moved to the crib, touching the rail gently. “We bought this furniture. Painted these walls. Planned a whole life. And now—”
“Now we fight harder.” I stood, crossing to her. “Lina, I didn’t come this far to lose you. To lose our daughter. I don’t care if I have to go back to Italy. I don’t care if we have to start over somewhere else. But I’m not letting Jasper destroy our family.”
“You’d really leave? Give up your whole life here?”
“My whole life is you. And her.” I placed my hand on her stomach. “Everything else is just details.”
She kissed me, desperate and scared and full of love.
“What do we do?” she asked.
“We prove he’s wrong. We show the court, show immigration, show everyone that this marriage is real. That we’re a family. That we deserve to stay together.”
“How?”
“I don’t know yet. But we have two weeks until the immigration interview. Two weeks to gather evidence, build our case, and figure out who reported us and why.”
“And if we can’t?”
“Then we deal with that when it happens. But Lina, I promise you—I’m not giving up. Not on us. Not on our daughter. Not ever.”
She nodded, leaning into me. I held her as our daughter kicked between us, a reminder of what we were fighting for.
This was war now.
And I’d burn the whole world down before I let anyone take my family.
LINA’S POV
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jasper taking our daughter. Saw Seb being deported. Saw our perfect life dissolving like it had never existed.
At three AM, I gave up and went to the kitchen.
Seb was already there, laptop open, surrounded by papers.
“Can’t sleep either?” I asked.
“Too much to do.” He gestured at the papers. “I’m going through everything. Our marriage certificate. Bank statements. Photos. Anything that proves we’re legitimate.”
I sat next to him, scanning the documents. Our joint account statements. Receipts from dinners out. The lease with both our names. It looked real because it was real.
But would it be enough?
“There’s something I haven’t told you,” I said quietly.
He looked up. “What?”
“Before we got married. That day in the coffee shop. I almost said no.”
“To the arrangement?”
“To everything. I almost walked away.” I picked at a loose thread on my sleeve. “I was so scared of what could go wrong. Of making a mistake. Of ruining my life.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because when you looked at me, I saw something. Not just opportunity or convenience. I saw possibility. Like maybe this crazy thing could actually work.”
“It did work. It does work.”
“But what if I was wrong? What if this whole thing was a mistake from the beginning?”
“Lina, look at me.” He turned my face toward his. “Meeting you was not a mistake. Marrying you was not a mistake. This life we’ve built—our daughter, our home, our love—none of it is a mistake.”
“Even if it costs you everything?”
“Especially then. Because you’re worth everything.”
I kissed him, and tasted salt. I wasn’t sure if the tears were his or mine.
“We’re going to win this,” he said against my lips. “I don’t know how yet. But we’re going to win.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
But as we sat there in the dark kitchen, surrounded by evidence of a life that might be taken away, I wondered if promises were enough.
Or if we’d already lost before the fight even began.
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