You're robbed

He met her at a tech conference in Europe, of all places. She wasn’t in the field—just there tagging along with a friend who was. They locked eyes during a painfully boring keynote speech about blockchain, and the rest? Classic rom-com vibes. He was smitten. Her energy, her intelligence, the way she saw the world like a puzzle to be explored instead of solved—it grounded him.

Despite the age gap (and the side-eyes from some of his ultra-corporate friends), he proposed after just over a year. Private dinner, string lights, and a custom engagement ring with a subtle engraving: "Ctrl+Alt+Us." Yeah, he was a nerd in love.

Now three years into marriage, they were this bizarrely perfect mix: her creativity and warmth balancing his analytical, 24/7 grind. And even though his schedule was a bit “Elon Musk Lite,” he adored being a dad. Benjamin was already learning to “code” on a toy laptop (mostly just smashing keys and calling it hacking), and Grace had him wrapped around her chubby little finger from the moment she was born.