I’m 20 years old and I’m a hairdresser, with nothing special in my life until she came in. Her name is Hằng, she’s 60 years old and she’s the director of a building materials company. She has a face full of wrinkles, but she’s very intelligent. She always left me a tip 10 times higher than the price of the service. Over time, she became more interested in me and my situation.

One day, she said to me, “Do you want to change your life? Marry me. I’m old, but I won’t treat you badly.”

I laughed thinking it was a joke. However, a few days later, he showed me the deeds to a property, car documents, and bank statements. Everything was in his name. “You just have to sign the marriage certificate, and this will all be yours.”

When I told my family, they objected. My mother cried for a whole week and my aunt cursed me: “Shame on the family, a parasite who clings to an old woman for money!”

But I married her anyway. Out of pride and because… I really believed that she wasn’t just buying me with money.

The wedding night and the shocking secret behind the dress

The wedding was low-key, with not many guests, just a few people on her side. I received the deeds to the property and the keys to a Lexus LX 600 that she had put in a wedding envelope.

I looked at her in her white wedding dress, with her face carefully made-up, and I felt confused. She smiled and said, “I know you’ve worked hard. Now it’s time to keep my promise.”

I helped her into the wedding room. Her hands were shaking. I helped her change her dress. But when the fabric fell, I froze and almost fell over in shock.

Her back was covered with large and small scars, stretching from the nape of her neck to her waist. Some were new and red, as if she had been given an electric shock or scratched.

I stammered, “What… what happened here?”

She covered herself with a scarf, her eyes lost in the distance: “That’s the price I had to pay to get to where I am today. I was a man’s lover, the legal wife assaulted me, I was a maid and my bosses mistreated me… I climbed from the bottom. There is nothing to be ashamed of.”

I remained silent. But the story didn’t end there: a few days later, I discovered an even more shocking truth.

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 cry several times in the bathroom. One night, I looked at her phone secretly and saw… a surveillance video of a man sneaking into her company at 2 a.m.

I had my suspicions. I searched for more information and was shocked to find out that it was her biological son, wanted for embezzlement and assault.

When I asked her directly, she didn’t deny it: “I married you… to confront him. He threatened to take away all my property after I died. So I transferred it to you, as a way of confronting 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 all kinds of pain.

One night, he hugged me and cried: “If one day I’m gone… burn all the documents. Live your own life, don’t keep living my dream unfinished.”

And I realized that I’m not just a “young husband”… I’ve become the last witness to a tragic life.