I married a homeless man to upset my parents: one month later, I returned home and was completely stunned
My family kept throwing jabs at me: “When are you going to get married? You’re going to end up alone!” The tension was so high that I made the firm decision to marry a homeless man I had crossed paths with in the street. I thought it would be a good way to shock them and show them I could handle life on my own. But a month later, when I returned home, I had a revelation that completely changed my view of life… The rest of the story in the first comment ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️.
A hasty choice
At 34, I was exhausted from my parents constantly criticizing me for being single. For them, a woman should be married by 35, or it was considered a failure. The worst part was that they gave me an ultimatum: no marriage, no share of the inheritance.
One day, while walking down the street, I passed a homeless man sitting on the sidewalk. His gaze was calm, despite his precarious situation. On a whim, I made a crazy proposal: a fake marriage. In exchange for a roof over his head, new clothes, and some money, he would play the role of my husband.
To my surprise, he agreed. His name was Maxime. Three days later, dressed in a sober suit I had bought him, I introduced him to my parents. They were thrilled. We got married simply. I thought the story would end there.
A return home… and an unexpected shock
A month later, I returned home as usual. But when I opened the door, I was struck by a surreal scene. Maxime no longer looked like the homeless man I had taken in. Gone were the worn clothes and outdated sneakers. He was wearing an elegant black tuxedo, and in his hand was a small velvet box.
Maxime… what does this mean?
He smiled at me, sincerely.
“I wanted to thank you for everything you did for me. You gave me a roof and treated me with kindness, expecting nothing in return. I fell in love with you… Will you marry me for real this time?”
I was in shock. How could a homeless man afford a luxury tuxedo and a diamond ring?
The truth about Maxime
Maxime took a deep breath before revealing his secret.
“I never told you why I became homeless… Actually, I was a successful businessman until my own brothers betrayed me. They falsified documents, stole my company, and literally threw me out on the street.”
He told me about his struggle, his downfall, and the impossibility of getting justice against powerful opponents. But thanks to the help I had given him, he had regained the strength to fight. He had hired a prestigious law firm, determined to recover his identity and his fortune.
“I didn’t want to tell you the truth earlier because I was afraid. All the women I met only cared about my money. You treated me with kindness without knowing who I was. That’s why I love you.”
I was shaken. The man I had married to challenge my parents was actually a wealthy entrepreneur, a victim of a terrible injustice.
A new chance
Maxime handed me the ring.
“I know this is happening suddenly… but would you marry me for real?”
My heart beat faster. I had married Maxime on a whim, but over the past month, I had come to appreciate him. Maybe even more than that…
“I can’t answer right now,” I whispered. “Give me six months. If I still feel the same, then we’ll get married for real.”
His face lit up.
“Alright, but take this ring anyway.”
I slipped the ring onto my finger, my heart racing.
Today, I realize that life is full of surprises. What started as a mere provocation became a true love story. And what if fate brought us together for a reason?
