I never thought I’d marry a poor man, but when things get bad, you do crazy things. Parents had been pushing me to get married for years, and I was sick of them being so involved all the time. That’s why, when I met Stan, a nice homeless man, I suggested we get married. I had no idea that this hasty choice would change my life for good.
When I told my parents that Stan was my fiancé, they were thrilled. And I planned to keep it that way. They didn’t know that our marriage was fake. After a month, we got married, and I made sure to get a strong prenuptial agreement, just in case.
It was surprisingly easy to live with Stan. Besides being nice and smart, he was also funny. It was easy for us to become friends, and I liked being around him. But there was one thing that worried me: Stan kept his past a secret.
When I got home from work one day, our living room had been turned into a romantic fantasy place. Stan wore a sleek black suit and stood in the middle of the room with a small velvet pouch in his hand. He told me that he had been keeping a secret: his brothers had lied about him and left him broke after he was a rich businessman.
We chose to wait six months before making a big choice. Stan was going to have a tough court case, and I wanted to be there for him. I felt like I belonged when we hugged and kissed for the first time. It was something I had never felt before.
When I think back on the last few months, I’m still trying to make sense of what has happened. I married a poor man to make my parents mad, but it turned out to be the way I found true love. Life is full of secrets, and sometimes the strangest things happen when you make the most unexpected choices.
