I MARRIED A HOMELESS MAN TO SPITE MY PARENTS – A MONTH LATER, I CAME HOME AND STARTED CRYING AFTER MY NEW HUSBAND SAID, “I’M SORRY I KEPT ALL THIS FROM YOU FOR SO LONG.”


When I impulsively proposed marriage to a homeless stranger, I thought I had everything under control—a simple solution to appease my overbearing parents. But life had other plans. My name is Miley, a 34-year-old career woman who always prioritized independence over romance. Pressured relentlessly by my parents, they dropped an ultimatum: marry by my 35th birthday or forfeit my inheritance. Furious yet determined, I devised a bold plan—marry someone who wouldn’t complicate my life. Enter Stan, a homeless man whose kind eyes masked untold stories.

I offered Stan shelter, food, and companionship in exchange for a façade of marriage. To my surprise, Stan turned out to be charming, intelligent, and a wonderful roommate. Over time, I grew fond of him, but his mysterious past haunted me. Then, everything changed.

One evening, Stan revealed the truth. He wasn’t just a homeless man; he was a betrayed businessman who’d lost everything to his conniving brothers. Using my help as a catalyst, he reclaimed his wealth and identity. That night, surrounded by roses, he proposed for real, confessing his love.

I agreed, with conditions. Life had turned upside down, but for the first time, it felt like it was falling into place.


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