When I suggested marrying a homeless guy, I really thought I had everything under control. It looked like the ideal plan to make my parents happy without any complications. But I was totally unprepared for the surprise that awaited me when I came home a month later.
I’m Miley, 34 years old, and this is the tale of how I went from being a content single woman focused on my job to tying the knot with a homeless man, only to have my life completely flipped in a way I never saw coming.
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My parents have been bugging me about getting married for as long as I can remember. It’s like they have a countdown clock in their minds, just waiting for my hair to go gray.
Because of this, every family dinner feels like a surprise matchmaking event.
“Miley, sweetie,” my mom, Martha, would say. “Do you remember the Johnsons’ son? He just got a big promotion at work. You two should totally go out for coffee!”
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“Mom, I’m really not into dating at the moment,” I would reply. “I’m concentrating on my career.”
“But honey,” my dad, Stephen, would jump in, “your job won’t keep you cozy at night. Don’t you want someone to enjoy life with?”
“I have you guys and my friends to share my life with,” I would argue back. “That’s plenty for me right now.”
But they just kept pushing. It was a nonstop stream of “What about this person?” and “Did you hear about that nice guy?”
Then one night, everything changed.
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It was our regular Sunday dinner when my parents hit me with some shocking news.
“Miley,” my dad said with a serious look on his face. “Your mom and I have been doing some thinking.”
“Oh great, what now?” I muttered under my breath.
“We’ve made a decision,” he went on, not paying attention to my sarcasm, “that if you aren’t married by the time you turn 35, you won’t get any of our inheritance.”
“What? Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!”
“We are,” my mom added. “We’re not getting any younger, sweetie. We want to see you happy and settled. Plus, we want grandkids while we can still enjoy them.”
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“This is crazy!” I exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed. “You can’t force me to get married like this!”
“It’s not forcing you,” my dad argued. “It’s more like a little motivation.”
That night, I left their house in a huff, still shocked by what had just gone down. They had basically told me that I had to find a husband in a few months or I would lose my inheritance.
I was furious, but it wasn’t just about the money. It was about the principle. How could they think they had the right to dictate my life like that?
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For several weeks, I ignored their calls and didn’t go to see them. Then, one night, I had a brilliant idea.
As I was walking home from work, my mind was filled with spreadsheets and deadlines. Suddenly, I noticed a man sitting on the sidewalk. He seemed to be in his late 30s and held a cardboard sign asking for money.
He looked a bit rough around the edges, with a messy beard and worn-out clothes, but there was something special about his eyes. They showed a mix of kindness and sadness that made me stop and think.
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One day, a wild idea popped into my head. It seemed a bit out there, but it felt like it could solve everything I was dealing with.
“Hey there,” I said to the guy. “This might sound really strange, but would you consider marrying me?”
The guy looked at me with his eyes wide open. “Wait, what did you just say?”
“Okay, I know this sounds odd, but just listen,” I said, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. “I need to get married really soon. It would just be for convenience. I can offer you a place to stay, clean clothes, food, and some cash. All you’d have to do is act like my husband. What do you think?”
He looked at me in silence for what felt like forever. I could tell he was trying to figure out if I was serious.
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“Lady, are you for real?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “I’m Miley, just so you know.”
“Stan,” he said, still looking confused. “Are you really saying you want to marry a guy you just met who’s homeless?”
I nodded my head.
“I get that it sounds totally crazy, but I swear I’m not a serial killer or anything like that. I’m just a woman who’s really desperate because of my nosy parents.”
“Wow, Miley, I have to admit, this is the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
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“So, is that a yes?” I asked.
He stared at me for a while, and I noticed that glimmer in his eyes once more. “You know what? Why not? You’ve got yourself a deal, future wife.”
Just like that, my life changed in a way I never expected.
I took Stan to buy some new clothes, got him all cleaned up at a salon, and I was really surprised to find out that under all that dirt was actually a pretty good-looking guy.
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Three days later, I finally told my parents about my secret fiancé. They were totally surprised, to say the least.
“Miley!” my mom shouted. “Why didn’t you let us know sooner?”
“Well, I just wanted to be sure it was the real deal before mentioning it,” I fibbed. “But Stan and I are super in love, right, babe?”
Stan did a great job of going along with it. He impressed my parents with some fun, made-up tales about our fast-paced romance.
A month later, we tied the knot.
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I made sure to have a really strong prenup, just in case my plan didn’t work out. But to my surprise, living with Stan turned out to be pretty great.
He was hilarious, clever, and always willing to pitch in with chores. We developed a comfortable friendship, kind of like roommates who sometimes had to act like they were totally in love.
Still, there was one thing that kept bothering me…
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Whenever I tried to talk to Stan about his past and how he ended up living on the streets, he would shut down. His expression would turn distant, and he would quickly switch topics. It was a puzzle that both fascinated and annoyed me.
Then, one day, everything changed.
It was just another day when I got home from work. As I walked in, I noticed a path of rose petals that drew my eye. It led me right into the living room.
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The moment I walked into the living room, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The whole room was overflowing with roses, and there was a giant heart made of petals right on the floor.
And right in the middle of it all was Stan.
But this was not the Stan I was used to. He wasn’t wearing the usual jeans and T-shirts I had seen him in.
Instead, he was all dressed up in a fancy black tuxedo that probably cost more than what I pay for rent in a month. In his hand, he was holding a tiny velvet box.
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“Stan?” I managed to squeak out. “What’s going on?”
He smiled, and I swear my heart skipped a beat.
“Miley,” he began. “I just want to say thank you for being with me. You make me so happy! I would be even more thrilled if you really loved me and agreed to be my wife, not just in name but for real. I knew I loved you the first time I laid eyes on you, and this last month we’ve shared has been the best time of my life. So, will you marry me? I mean it this time!”
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I was standing there, my eyes as big as saucers, trying to understand what was going on. So many questions zoomed around in my head, but one stood out the most.
“Stan,” I said carefully, “where did you get the money for all this? The tuxedo, the flowers, and that ring?”
“I think it’s time I share the truth with you,” he replied, taking a big breath. “The thing is, I never explained how I ended up homeless because it was really complicated, and I didn’t want to put you in a tough spot. I really loved our life together.”
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I ended up homeless because my brothers wanted to kick me out and take control of my business, he said. “They made fake papers, copied my signature, and even pretended to be me. One day, they just left me in this town far from where I lived. When I went to the police for help, they used their connections, and I got no support. They even paid off my lawyer.”
I quietly listened as Stan poured out his story.
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He talked about how he had lost everything and spent months just trying to get by on the streets. Then he said that meeting me really motivated him to start fighting for his life again.
“When you offered me a place to stay, some clean clothes, and a bit of cash, I knew I had to take action,” he said. “I reached out to the top law firm in the country, the one my brothers couldn’t control because they work with their rivals.”
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He shared, “I explained my situation to them and assured them a big reward. At first, they were hesitant to take my case without some money upfront, but once they saw the chance to outsmart their competition, they changed their minds. Now, because of their help, I have a court date next month, and my papers and bank accounts are back in order.”
He paused, looking at me with those kind eyes that had first caught my attention.
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“I have to be truthful,” he said with a grin. “I’m not broke at all. My entire life has been a quest for love, but every woman I encountered only cared about my wealth. But you, you showed me kindness even when you thought I was poor. That’s what made me fall for you. I regret hiding this from you for so long.”
I plopped down on the couch, trying to wrap my head around what he just said. I couldn’t believe that the guy I married on a whim was actually rich and really cared about me.
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“Stan,” I finally said, “you really caught me off guard. I think I might have feelings for you as well, but all this new stuff is just a lot to take in.”
He nodded, showing he understood, and led me to the dining table where we enjoyed the dinner he had made.
After we finished eating, I opened up to Stan about how I felt.
“Stan, I really appreciate this sweet gesture. No one has ever done something like this for me before.” A tear slipped down my face as I spoke.
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I’ve decided that I want to marry you. That’s how I feel right now. But can you check back with me in six months? If I still feel the same way, we can plan a real wedding. Let’s take some time to see how things go with everything we’re dealing with. You have a big court case coming up, and I’ll be right here to help you through it.
Stan’s face brightened with joy. “This makes me so happy! I’ll definitely ask you again in six months. But can I give you my ring now?”
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I nodded, and he carefully placed the ring on my finger. We embraced, and for the first time, we shared a kiss. It wasn’t like the dramatic kisses you see in movies with fireworks and music, but it felt perfect. It was like finding my way back home.
As I think about it now, I’m still trying to understand everything that has happened. I married a homeless guy to make my parents mad, only to find out he’s actually a rich businessman with a kind heart. Life really is full of surprises.
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