After the wedding, she let me live comfortably.
I had a car, a house, and money. But she couldn’t sleep at night.
I saw her crying several times in the bathroom.
One night, I secretly looked at her phone and saw… a surveillance video of a man sneaking into her company at 2 a.m.
I had my suspicions.
I looked for more information and was sh0cked to discover that I was her biological son, wanted for embezzlement and a.s.sa.ult.
When I asked her directly, she didn’t deny it:
“I married you… to confront him. He threatened to take all my property after my d.ea.th. So I transferred it to you, as a way to confront him.”
“I didn’t want love. I just wanted to die in the arms of someone I trusted and who wouldn’t betray me.”
Now I live someone else’s life: I have money, fame, and even gratitude… but I am also the shadow of a woman who has suffered every kind of pain.
One night, she hugged me and cried: “If one day I’m no longer here… burn all the documents. Live your own life, don’t continue living my unfinished dream.”
And I realized that I’m not just a “young husband”… I’ve become the last witness to a tragic life.
