I’m 20 years old and I cut hair. Nothing special happened in my life until she came along.
She is 60 years old and runs a business that creates materials for building. Hang is her name. She has wrinkles on her face, yet she’s smart.
She always gave me a gratuity that was ten times the price of the service.
She became increasingly interested in me and what was going on with me as time went on.
One day, she asked me, “Do you want to make your life better?” Please say yes to my marriage. “I’m old, but I won’t be rude to you.”
I laughed because I believed it was a joke. But a few days later, she did show me the papers for a car, the deeds to a house, and the bank statements.
Everything was in her name. “If you sign the marriage certificate, all of this will be yours.”
My family didn’t like it when I told them. My aunt said, “Shame on the family, a parasite clinging to an old woman for money!” For a whole week, my mom cried.
But I still married her. I married her because I was proud of her, and I really thought she wasn’t just giving me money to get rid of me.
The Wedding Night and the Shocking Truth About the Dress
There weren’t a lot of people at the wedding, only a few from her side. She gave me the keys to a Lexus LX 600 and the deeds to the property in a wedding envelope.
When I saw her in her white wedding dress with her face newly done up, I was confused.
She smiled and said, “I know you’ve been working hard.” Now is the time to uphold my promise.
I helped her get into the wedding chamber.
Her hands were shaking.
I helped her get dressed.
But when the fabric fell off, I froze and almost fell down in horror.
From the base of her neck to her waist, there were big and small scars all over her back.
Some were red and new, like she had been shocked or scratched.
I said, “What… what happened here?”
She wrapped a scarf about herself and peered into space.
“That’s what I had to pay to get to where I am now.” I was a man’s mistress, my legal wife hit me, I worked as a maid, and my bosses were rude to me… I got up from the ground. You don’t need to be embarrassed.
I didn’t say anything. But that wasn’t the end of the story. A few days later, I learned something even more shocking.
She let me live nicely after we got married.
I owned a car, a house, and some money. But she couldn’t sleep at night.
I saw her cry in the bathroom a couple times.
One night, I quietly looked at her phone and saw a video of a man sneaking into her office at 2 a.m.
I wasn’t sure.
I wanted to know more and was surprised to learn that I was her biological son and that I was wanted for theft and violence.
When I asked her directly, she didn’t deny it:
“I married you to deal with him. He stated he would take everything I owned when I died. I gave it to you so you could face him.
“I didn’t want to love.” “I just wanted to die in the arms of someone I could trust and who wouldn’t let me down.”
I live someone else’s life now. I have money, fame, and even thanks, but I am also the shadow of a woman who has been through every kind of pain.
One night, she hugged me and said, “If I’m not here one day…” Get rid of everything that is written down. “Don’t keep living my half-finished dream; live your own life.”
And I realized that I’m not just a “young husband.” I am now the last person to view a life that is sad.
