As I offered to get married to a homeless stranger, I thought I had it all figured out. It seemed like the perfect arrangement to spite my parents with no strings attached. I didn’t know I’d be sh0cked to walk into my house a month later.
I’m 34, and my parents wouldn’t stop nagging me about being a spinster and never getting married. They tried setting me up with everyone, desperate for grandchildren. Then they crossed the line: they told me I wouldn’t get a cent of their inheritance unless I got married by 35. I had only a few months left.
One day, fed up, I saw a homeless man begging. He was dirty, but his eyes were kind. On a whim, I offered to marry him. I made it clear: it’d be a marriage of convenience. I’d give him shelter, clothes, and money, and in return, he’d pretend to be my husband.
His name was Stan, and he agreed. I bought him new clothes. Three days later, I introduced him to my parents as my fiancé, and they were thrilled.
We got married. Then, a month later, came the day that changed everything and gave me THE SH0CK OF MY LIFE.
It was a regular day when I returned home from work. I walked into the house and saw Stan. BUT THIS WASN’T THE STAN I KNEW! Gone were the comfortable jeans and T-shirts I gave him.
Instead, he was dressed in a sleek black tuxedo that looked like it cost more than my monthly rent. And in his hand, he held a small velvet box.
“Stan. What’s going on?”
He smiled, “I wanted to thank you for accepting me. You’ve made me incredibly happy. I would be even happier if you truly loved me and became my wife, not just in name but in real life. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, and this past month we’ve spent together has been the happiest of my life. Will you marry me? For real this time?”
I struggled to process what was happening.
“Stan,” I said slowly, “where did you get the money for all this? The tuxedo, the flowers, and that ring?”
“I guess it’s time I told you the truth,” he said, “You see, I never told you how I became homeless because it was too complicated, and it could have put you in a difficult position. And I loved our life together so much.”
“I became homeless because my brothers decided to get rid of me and take over my company,” he continued. “They forged documents, faked my signatures, and even stole my identity. One day, they dropped me off in this town, miles away from home. When I tried going to the police, they pulled strings, and I never got any help. They even bribed my lawyer.”
I listened when Stan poured out his story.
How he’d lost everything, and how he’d spent months just trying to survive on the streets. And then, how meeting me had given him the push he needed to fight back.
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“When you gave me a home, clean clothes, and a little money, I decided to fight back,” he explained. “I contacted the best law firm in the country, one that my brothers couldn’t influence because it works for their competitors.”
“I told them my story and promised them a substantial payout,” he revealed. “At first, they didn’t want to take the case without an advance, but when they realized they could finally outsmart their rivals, they agreed. Thanks to them, a court case is set for next month, and my documents and bank accounts have been restored.”
He looked at me with those kind eyes that had first caught my attention.
“I’ll be honest with you,” he smiled. “I’m not a poor man. I’ve spent my whole life looking for love, but every woman I met was only interested in my money. You, however, were kind to me when you thought I had nothing. That’s why I fell for you. I’m sorry I kept all this from you for so long.”
I sank onto the couch. I couldn’t believe the man I married on a whim was actually wealthy and harbored genuine feelings for me.
“Stan, you’ve really taken me by surprise. I feel like I have feelings for you too, but all this new information is overwhelming.”
He guided me to the dining table. We ate the dinner he had prepared.
“Stan, thank you for such a romantic gesture. No one has ever done anything like this for me in my life.” I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I spoke.
“I will marry you. That’s my decision now. But could you ask me again in six months? If my decision remains the same, we’ll have a real wedding. Let’s first see how life goes with all of this new information for both of us. You have a tough court battle ahead, and I’ll support you through it.”
Stan’s face lit up with a smile. “I’m so happy. Of course, I’ll ask you again in six months. But will you accept my ring now?”
He slipped the ring onto my finger. We hugged, and we kissed for the first time.
When I write this, I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything that’s happened. I married a homeless man to please my parents, only to discover he’s actually a wealthy businessman with a heart of gold. Life really does work in mysterious ways.
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