AGREEING TO MARRY TO “ERASE” A $25,000 DEBT — ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT, I FROZE WHEN THE GROOM FINALLY TOLD THE TRUTH
On my wedding day, my name is Linda Nguyen, and I couldn’t force a single smile.
Not because I hated marriage.
Not because I was afraid of becoming a wife.
But because this marriage had never begun with love.
I walked down the aisle with an empty heart, carrying a burden that—if I had any other choice—I would never have placed on my own shoulders.
I got married to erase a $25,000 debt for my family.
1. WHEN A FAMILY COLLAPSES IN SIX MONTHS
In just half a year, my family’s life fell straight from stability into ruin.
My father’s business failed after a disastrous investment. Every dollar he had saved over decades vanished. As if that weren’t enough, my mother—the woman who had sacrificed her entire life for her family—was diagnosed with early-stage cancer.
The doctor was honest:
“If she undergoes treatment consistently, her chances are still good. But the costs will be high.”
We sold our house in the suburbs to pay debts and medical bills, then moved into a cramped rental apartment. Still, it wasn’t enough.
Then I learned the truth that made my heart drop.
My father owed $25,000 to a man named Richard Stone.
That debt tightened around our family like a noose. My father stopped sleeping. My mother cried quietly at night while enduring chemotherapy. I was their only daughter. Watching them like that tore me apart.
I knew—without a miracle—we wouldn’t survive.
2. A DECISION THAT TRADED MY FUTURE
Richard Stone was ten years older than me. He had been married before; his wife passed away years ago. People said he lived quietly, kept to himself, did honest business, and regularly donated money to charity—especially to build schools in poor areas.
But rumors followed him.
Someone whispered:
“I heard his first wife died because he forced her to give birth.”
Someone else said:
“That’s nonsense. Richard is a decent man. He’s wealthy but never flashy.”
I didn’t know whom to believe.
I only knew one thing:
Richard was willing to erase the debt if I agreed to marry him.
That night, I sat alone in our small rented room, watching my parents sleep as tears streamed down my face. I didn’t blame them. I didn’t blame fate.
I only thought—if I didn’t step forward, who would save this family?
The next morning, I told my parents:
“I’ll marry him.”
My mother cried.
My father lowered his head and said nothing.
As for me… I felt completely hollow.
3. A WEDDING WITHOUT ROSES
The wedding was simple.
No luxurious gown. No lavish banquet. Just a modest ceremony with a few relatives present. I wore a plain white dress and stood beside the man who was about to become my husband.
Richard Stone barely looked at me. He was calm, reserved, unreadable.
I stepped into the wedding car with a heavy heart.
I kept telling myself:
As long as my parents are safe, as long as my mother can be treated—if I suffer a little, it’s worth it.
4. A WEDDING NIGHT NOTHING LIKE I FEARED
That night, I sat curled up on the bed, my back pressed against the wall. I wasn’t expecting romance. I felt more like something that had just been exchanged in a transaction.
Richard was outside drinking with a few friends who had come to congratulate him. I heard laughter in the distance. My heart raced.
I was afraid.
When the bedroom door finally opened, I thought he would be drunk.
He wasn’t.
Richard walked in, completely sober.
Seeing me pressed into the corner of the bed, he paused, then spoke gently:
“Are you afraid of me?”
I couldn’t answer.
He sighed softly.
“I haven’t done anything to you. You’re my wife now. This house is yours. You don’t need to be this tense.”
It was the first time I truly looked into his eyes.
There was no cruelty. No threatening desire. Only exhaustion—and sadness.
By 11 p.m., I was still sitting there, gripping the edge of my clothes.
Richard spoke again, his voice steady:
“Relax. I won’t touch you tonight. Most people fall in love first, then marry. We’re just doing it the other way around.”
I was stunned.
5. THE TRUTH BEHIND THE RUMORS
Richard sat down on a chair, keeping his distance, and began to speak—as if he had carried this story alone for years.
His late wife had suffered from a congenital heart condition. Despite knowing her health was fragile, she insisted on having a child for him. She miscarried several times. During her final pregnancy, her heart failed.
Both mother and unborn child died.
“People say I forced my wife to her death,”
Richard said with a bitter smile.
“But they never knew… she was the one who begged me.”
I sat frozen.
He looked at me, his gaze heavy:
“I’ve known you since you were in high school. I noticed you first. Your father realized it and encouraged me to get closer to you. I know you feel reluctant marrying an older man—someone who’s been married before. But Linda… trust me. I will never hurt you.”
Then he gently pressed a kiss to the back of my hand.
My face burned. My heart lost its rhythm.
6. A WEDDING NIGHT WITHOUT TEARS
My wedding night held no passion, no desire.
Just a quiet sleep that lasted until morning.
For the first time since agreeing to marry to erase a debt, I felt relieved.
I realized—perhaps I hadn’t chosen the wrong man after all.
7. THE ROAD AHEAD
The road of marriage is long.
I don’t know when—or if—I will fall in love with Richard. But I believe he is a decent man. And I believe that with sincerity, we can build a real family.
I didn’t marry for love.
But perhaps… love will come later.
