I am 20 years old and work as a hairdresser. Before she came around, nothing special happened in my life.
She is 60 years old and runs a company that creates materials for building. Her name is Hang. Her face is wrinkled, but she’s smart.
She always gave me a tip that was ten times what the service cost.
She became increasingly interested in me and what was going on with me over time.
One day, she asked me, “Do you want to change your life?” Please marry me. “I’m old, but I won’t be mean to you.”
I thought it was funny and laughed. A few days later, though, she did show me the papers for a car, the deeds to a house, and bank statements.
It was all hers. “If you sign the marriage certificate, you will get all of this.”
They didn’t like it when I told them. My aunt cursed me, screaming, “Shame on the family, a parasite clinging to an old woman for money!” For a whole week, my mother cried.
I married her anyway. I married her out of pride, and I really thought she wasn’t just giving me money to get rid of me.
The Wedding Night and the Dress’s Shocking Truth
Not many people came to the wedding, just a few from her side. She put the keys to a Lexus LX 600 and the deeds to the property in a wedding envelope for me.
When I saw her in her white wedding dress with her hair and makeup done, I was confused.
She smiled and said, “I know you’ve been working hard.” Now it’s time to keep my promise.
I helped her get into the room where the wedding was.
Her hands were shaking.
I helped her get dressed.
But when the fabric slipped off, I stopped moving and almost fell over.
Her back, from the base of her neck to her waist, was covered in big and small scars.
Some of them were new and red, like she had been shocked or scratched.
I gasped, “What… what happened here?”
She put a scarf about herself and peered into space.
“That’s what I had to pay to get where I am now.” I was a man’s mistress, my legal wife hit me, I worked as a maid, and my bosses were unpleasant to me… I got out of the bottom. You don’t have to feel bad.
I didn’t say anything. But that wasn’t the end of it. A few days later, I learned something even more surprising.
After the wedding, she let me live nicely.
I had a house, a car, and some money. But she couldn’t fall asleep at night.
I saw her crying in the bathroom a couple times.
One night, I quietly looked at her phone and saw a video of a man entering her office at 2 a.m.
I wasn’t sure.
I asked for further information and was horrified to learn that I was her biological son and was wanted for theft and violence.
When I asked her directly, she didn’t deny it:
“I married you to fight him. He told me that when I died, he would take all I owned. I gave it to you so you could face him.
“I didn’t want to fall in love.” “I just wanted to die with someone I trusted 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.
She hugged me one night and cried, “If I’m not here one day…” Get rid of anything that is written down. “Don’t keep living my unfinished dream; live your own.”
And I understood that I’m not just a “young husband”… I’m the last person to witness a tragic life now.