I never thought I’d marry a homeless man, but that’s exactly what I did. It all started when my parents gave me an ultimatum: get married by my 35th birthday or forfeit my inheritance. I was furious and felt like they were trying to control my life.
One day, while walking home from work, I saw a homeless man sitting on the sidewalk with a cardboard sign asking for change. There was something in his eyes that caught my attention – a kindness and a sadness that made me stop. I proposed to him on a whim, offering him a place to stay, food, and a sum of money in exchange for his role as my husband.
To my surprise, he agreed, and we got married a month later. I made sure to get a prenuptial agreement, just in case. But as we started living together, I discovered that he was not just a homeless man – he was kind, intelligent, and funny. We developed a friendship, and I found myself enjoying his company.
However, there was one thing that bothered me – he never talked about his past or how he became homeless. He would change the subject or his eyes would cloud over. I was curious and frustrated by the mystery.
Then, one day, everything changed. I came home from work to find a trail of rose petals leading to the living room. The room was filled with roses, and a massive heart made of flowers was on the floor. Stan, my husband, was standing in the middle of the room, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, holding a small velvet pouch.
He told me that he had been hiding a secret – he was actually a wealthy businessman who had been betrayed by his brothers and left homeless. He had been fighting to regain his identity and wealth, and he had finally succeeded. He wanted to start a new life with me, and he asked me to marry him for real.
I was shocked, overwhelmed, and touched by his romantic gesture. I agreed to marry him, but I asked him to wait for six months, until his legal issues were resolved. He agreed, and we shared our first kiss. It was a simple, natural kiss, but it felt like I had come home.
As I look back on the events that have unfolded, I am still trying to wrap my head around it all. I married a homeless man to spite my parents, only to discover that he is a kind-hearted wealthy businessman. Life is full of surprises, and sometimes, the most unexpected events can lead to the most beautiful love stories.
