One afternoon, as casually as if she were offering me a cup of tea, she asked, “Do you want to change your life? Marry me. I’m older, but I promise I will treat you well.”
I laughed, certain it was a joke. But a few days later, she returned with a stack of documents — property deeds, car registrations, and bank statements — all in her name.
When I told my family, their reaction was immediate and fierce. My mother cried for a week. My aunt called me selfish, even disgraceful. But I had already made my choice — not just out of pride, but because I sensed there was more to this woman than her money.
A Quiet Wedding and an Unexpected Gift
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