At 20, I had nothing extraordinary in my life. I worked as a hairdresser, living day by day, until I met Hang. She was 60, the director of a construction materials company, and had a wealth of life experience behind her. Her face was wrinkled, but her mind was sharp, and her intelligence was captivating.
Whenever she visited my salon, she would always leave me a tip ten times the cost of the service. Over time, she began showing a deeper interest in me, asking about my life and my struggles.
One day, she surprised me with an offer: “Do you want to change your life? Marry me. I may be older, but I promise to treat you well.”
I laughed, thinking she was joking, but soon after, she showed me something that made me pause. She handed me property deeds, car documents, and bank statements—all in her name. “Sign the marriage certificate, and all of this will be yours,” she said.
When I shared this with my family, they were horrified. My mother cried for days, and my aunt criticized me, calling me a parasite. But I made my decision. Out of pride and because I believed there was more to her than just the wealth, I married her.
The Wedding Night and Uncovered Truths
Our wedding was small, with only a few people from her side of the family. As a wedding gift, she handed me the keys to a Lexus LX 600 and the deeds to a property. I looked at her, in her white dress, her face beautifully made up, but I couldn’t shake the confusion I felt.
As we entered the wedding room, I helped her change into something more comfortable, but as I undid her dress, I froze in shock. Her back was covered with deep scars, some old and faded, others fresh and raw, running from the top of her neck to her waist. I stammered, “What happened here?”
She covered herself quickly with a scarf, her eyes lost in thought. “This is the price I paid to get where I am today,” she said quietly. “I’ve been through a lot in my life—being someone’s mistress, enduring abuse, and being mistreated by others. But I rose from it all. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Her words haunted me, but they didn’t explain everything. A few days later, I uncovered a shocking truth.
Uncovering the Past
After our wedding, life became comfortable. I had a car, a house, and money, but there was something else—Hang wasn’t at peace. I would often find her crying quietly in the bathroom, unable to sleep.
Curious, I started digging through her things and came across something that shocked me. On her phone, I found a video of a man sneaking into her company in the dead of night. My suspicions grew stronger.
As I dug deeper, I made a horrifying discovery. I learned that I was her biological son, a man wanted for embezzlement and assault. When I confronted Hang, she didn’t deny it. Instead, she explained, “I married you to confront him. He wanted to take everything I had after I died, so I transferred it to you to protect it.”
She didn’t want love from me, she confessed. “I just wanted to die in the arms of someone I trusted, someone who wouldn’t betray me.”
A New Life, A New Understanding
Now, I find myself living a life I never imagined. I have wealth, fame, and gratitude, but I also carry the weight of Hang’s tragic history. One night, she hugged me tightly and cried. “If I’m ever gone, burn all the documents. Live your own life, don’t continue living my dreams.”
In that moment, I realized I wasn’t just a “young husband.” I had become the last witness to a life of resilience, pain, and survival. And as we navigate this unusual marriage, I find myself understanding the true meaning of family—love that transcends bloodlines and the power of trust that heals even the deepest wounds.