FBI RAID?! David Toborowsky ARRESTED in Green Card FRAUD—Annie Seen SOBBING in Exclusive Footage!

One couple always seemed to find their way through the turbulence in the broad, erratic realm of 90 Day Fiancé, where relationships teeter between fantasy and fracture. These two names have become synonymous with redemption, laughter, and an unusual but persistent love.

David Toborowsky and Annie Suwan. From the outside, they seemed like a success story: a man rebuilt by love from adversity, and a woman whose soul was ablaze with fire and laughter in her eyes. Together, they turned the agony of distance and uncertainty into a mission and a team. Yet sometimes, the most beautiful homes conceal the most severe cracks.

Hidden under layers of laughter, past events, and well-curated social media posts lies the story of what happens when those cracks are laid bare. This is the narrative of David and Annie’s journey following the fall.

The morning of May 31st, 2025, started like every other in the Tborowitz household. A bottle was left in the warmer, the lingering aroma of lavender lotion filled the air, and a half-folded onesie lay next to the crib—pink with cursive gold embroidery that read Daddy’s Dumpling. Annie Suwan softly rocked her two-month-old daughter, Minther, upstairs in the nursery. The baby’s faint, steady breathing was a peaceful wonder in a world that had suddenly become too loud.

 David was downstairs making coffee, humming an old tune. The peace continued until 6:23 a.m. It was at this moment that the knocking began—not hostile, not antagonistic, just persistent. Three soft raps at the front door, followed by stillness. Then one more.

The ICE officials were already stationed on both sides of the porch by the time David opened the door. No one yelled. No one raised their voices. There were only papers, inquiries, restraints, and the chilly, austere language of bureaucracy.

David was detained immediately, accused of immigration fraud, tax deception, and deliberately living in the United States without official legal status. He had stayed too far off the radar, failing to report critical information. And now, he was being taken directly to federal jail, not to a downtown holding center.

 Annie was still in the nursery when it happened. By the time she ran downstairs, David was already in the back seat of a black car. His gaze locked with hers for a moment. Words didn’t matter in that instant. There was only a glance—a ghost of remorse across the glass—before he was gone.

The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was heavy. To truly understand the weight of that morning, you have to go back—back to before the cameos and TikToks, before the cooking lessons and internet memes. Back then, David Toborowsky was a man rebuilding his life after divorce, living on couches in Louisville, clinging to optimism like a lifeline.

And young Annie Suwan was a vibrant, determined woman living in Thailand, chasing the unreachable across oceans. They met in a karaoke bar, fell in love, battled financial collapse and visa rejections, and somehow, they made it. They became something rare in the 90 Day Fiancé universe—a couple that endured, thriving both in front of the cameras and behind closed doors.

After years of trying, Annie finally became pregnant in 2024. On March 11th, 2025, Molly Rose was born—a long-awaited miracle, the healing of old wounds, and a bridge to the future they once thought lost.

David’s sudden arrest shattered their hard-earned dream. His loss wasn’t only emotional or intellectual—it was a cellular-level heartbreak. A life rebuilt over years was reduced to handcuffs, stillness, and a tiny girl with her father’s eyes in a home stripped of his presence.

Annie didn’t cry immediately. She stayed silent, as though trying to will everything back to normal for one more minute. But when she opened the cupboard and reached for David’s coffee mug, her hands began to shake. Still holding Molly, she sank to the floor.

Hours later, neighbors found her there, rocking gently and murmuring David’s name.

 News spread quickly. TMZ broke the story first, followed by Reddit and entertainment blogs: David Toborowsky arrested by ICE. Immigration fraud scandal rocks 90-Day Fiancé couple. Annie Suwan left alone with newborn daughter.

Supporters rallied, some defending David, others passing judgment. But no headline could capture the silent unraveling inside their home.

 Beyond the emotional toll, David’s absence meant logistical chaos. The mortgage, the restaurant lease, the utility bills—all in his name—were now in limbo. Recovering from childbirth, Annie entered survival mode, sleeping just two hours a night, stitching baby blankets, and leaving bottles half-prepared in her exhaustion.

Family in Thailand urged Annie to return home. “Start over,” they said. “Bring Molly somewhere safe.” But Annie refused. This was their home. This was where Molly had begun her life. She wouldn’t leave. Not yet.

Meanwhile, David became just a number at the Eloy Detention Center—Inmate 442,761. His world shrank to a shared cell, tasteless food, and fluorescent lights that never fully dimmed. He had no social media, no warm meals, and only brief, monitored phone calls.

Annie tried to stay strong during their calls, hiding the fact that she hadn’t eaten properly in days or that she cried in the shower to avoid upsetting Molly. She told him only, “We love you. Keep fighting.” But David could hear the weariness in her voice.

 Legally, things were grim. David’s green card had been issued under complicated, conditional circumstances, and a mistake years earlier had triggered a USCIS investigation. He had failed to follow up, assuming all was well. Now, those mistakes were labeled as fraud. If convicted, David faced prolonged incarceration, criminal charges, and possible deportation.

Annie attended court for the first time in late June. Dressed in simple black, with Molly asleep in a pink shawl on her chest, she clutched David’s wedding ring like a talisman. When David was brought in—thinner, gaunt, and chained—they exchanged a brief, wordless connection. Love had no place in the courtroom, though. Only laws, codes, and bureaucracy mattered.

 Annie kept going. She made and sold meals from home, taught virtual Thai lessons, and turned their shared YouTube page into a private digital diary for Molly—filled with storybook readings, lullabies, and messages to her daughter about her father.

As the final court hearing approached, Annie prepared for every outcome. She cleaned the house, bought Molly a new outfit, and rehearsed what she would say, even though no one had asked her to speak.

Love is illogical, but it keeps hoping, even when hope feels foolish. On the night before the hearing, Annie whispered a promise to Molly: “I won’t let you forget him. Half of him is you, and all of him is my heart.”

On a sweltering August morning, Annie walked into federal court for the final time. The fate of her family rested in the hands of strangers.

As the judge entered, the world held its breath.