Mom Found Out About My ‘$8.2M Wedding’ Three Years Later – Through My Forbes Interview

The Shadow of the Golden Child

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My name is Sarah Chin, and three years ago, I got married without telling my parents. Not because I forgot to send an invitation, but because they’d spent 28 years making it crystal clear I didn’t matter enough to include in their lives.

So, I returned the favor on the most important day of mine. Let me take you back to where this really started.

I grew up in Westchester, New York, in a house that looked perfect from the outside. My father, Richard Chin, was a moderately successful insurance broker.

My mother, Patricia, was a real estate agent who specialized in luxury condos. Together, they made maybe $300,000 a year—enough to live comfortably, enough to put on appearances, and enough to spoil my older sister, Madison, absolutely rotten.

Madison was the golden child. She was three years older than me, with blonde highlights that cost $400 every six weeks, a closet full of designer bags, and a brand-new Audi for her 16th birthday.

She was pretty popular and, according to my parents, destined for greatness. She was going to marry rich, join the country club, and make them proud.

Me? I was the backup plan.

I was the smart one, the one who could get scholarships so they wouldn’t have to pay for college, and the one who should be grateful for whatever scraps of attention came my way.

When I was 14, I taught myself to code. I’d spend hours in my room, laptop balanced on my knees, learning Python, JavaScript, and SQL.

My parents thought I was doing homework. Madison thought I was being a loser.

Nobody asked what I was actually building. At 16, I created my first app, a scheduling tool for small businesses.

It wasn’t revolutionary, but it worked. I sold it for $12,000 to a local startup.

I didn’t tell anyone. I opened a bank account my parents didn’t know about and kept going.

The pattern was set early. There were family dinners where Madison talked about her social life for an hour while I sat silently.

There were Christmases where she got a diamond necklace and I got a $50 Target gift card. At my high school graduation, they left early because Madison had a party to attend.

“Sarah understands,” Mom would say. “She’s not as social as Madison. She doesn’t need all the attention.”

What I understood was that I was convenient when they needed something: a babysitter, a tutor for Madison’s math homework, or someone to blame when things went wrong. But I was invisible when it came to celebration, support, or love.

I got into MIT on a full scholarship. My parents’ response was: “Well, at least we won’t have to pay for it.”

They spent my graduation party talking about Madison’s new boyfriend, whose father owned a chain of car dealerships. At MIT, everything changed.

I met people who actually cared about ideas, innovation, and building things that mattered. I met Professor Sarah Williams, who became my mentor.

I met David Park, who would become my business partner. And I met James, who would become my husband.

I spent my college years building not just skills, but a company. David and I started Techflow Solutions in our junior year, an AI-powered project management platform designed for creative agencies.

We worked out of my dorm room, then a tiny co-working space, then a real office. We got our first major client my senior year, a boutique advertising firm in Boston that paid us $50,000 for a custom solution, then another client, then another.

By the time I graduated, Techflow was pulling in $400,000 in annual revenue. My parents came to my MIT graduation.

They spent the entire ceremony on their phones. Madison didn’t come at all because she had a spa weekend planned.

At dinner afterward, Dad asked what I was going to do now. “I’m running my company full-time,” I said.

Mom laughed. “That’s cute, honey, but when are you going to get a real job?” she said. “You can’t play with computers forever.”

I was 22 years old and my company was valued at $2.3 million. I said nothing.

That was my strategy: silence. I stopped trying to prove myself to them.

I stopped seeking their approval. I built my empire quietly and deliberately while they assumed I was struggling.

Over the next six years, Techflow exploded. We landed contracts with major creative agencies across the country.

We expanded into enterprise solutions and hired 60 employees. We opened offices in Boston, New York, and San Francisco.

By the time I was 26, Techflow was valued at $47 million. I personally held 62% equity.

My net worth was just over $29 million. I owned a penthouse in Brooklyn, a house in the Berkshires, and a diversified investment portfolio that included real estate and tech stocks.

I drove a Tesla, but an older model. I dressed well but not flashy.

I lived comfortably, but I didn’t advertise my wealth. My parents still thought I was some kind of freelance computer person making maybe $60,000 a year.

Every few months, Mom would call with helpful suggestions. “Have you thought about getting your real estate license? I could help you get started,” she would say.

“Madison’s husband knows someone at his firm. Maybe they’d hire you for their IT department. You really should think about your future, Sarah. You’re not getting any younger,” she added.

I would say, “Thanks, I’ll think about it,” and hang up.

Madison got married when I was 25. It was a $150,000 wedding that my parents paid for, with 250 guests, a designer dress, and a destination bachelorette party in Cabo.

I was invited. Technically, I was even asked to be a bridesmaid.

The catch was that I had to pay for my own $800 bridesmaid dress, my own flight, my own hotel, and chip in $200 for Madison’s bachelorette trip. Oh, and I wasn’t allowed to bring a plus-one because they were trying to keep it intimate.

James and I had been dating for two years at that point. He’d never met my family.

I told him everything: how they treated me, how they dismissed me, and how they’d always favored Madison. He’d met my chosen family instead: Professor Williams, David and his wife, and my mentor from MIT’s entrepreneurship program.

“Are you going to the wedding?” James asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Part of me wants to see if they’ll notice if I don’t show up.”

I went. I wore the expensive dress and I smiled in the family photos.

I watched my parents cry tears of joy as Madison walked down the aisle. And when it was time for the father-daughter dance, I excused myself to the bathroom and cried silently in a stall.

Not because I wasn’t getting married, but because even there, surrounded by family, I was alone. James found me afterward.

He didn’t say anything, just held my hand. Six months later, he proposed.

We were on a weekend trip to Martha’s Vineyard, just the two of us. It was sunset, and we were walking on the beach when he got down on one knee with a ring he designed himself: a simple platinum band with a blue sapphire, my favorite.

“Sarah Chin,” he said, “you’re the most brilliant, strongest, most incredible person I’ve ever met. Will you marry me?”

I said yes before he even finished the question. That night, I called my parents to tell them.

“That’s nice, honey,” Mom said. “Listen, I’m actually on my way to help Madison pick out nursery furniture. Can I call you back?”

She didn’t call back. Drop a comment and let me know where you’re watching from tonight.