Poor Woman Cried When She Married The Old Man, But Her Wedding Night Left Her In Shock!
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Agatha picked up the letter with shaking hands and started reading.
The words blurred before her eyes.
“I am 60 years old. I am a man of means. I will take care of your daughter and your family. This marriage will bring her comfort and security.”
Her chest tightened.
Sixty years old.
Her mother’s voice was soft.
“He wants to marry you, Agatha. He says he will take care of you and us.”
Silence filled the room.
Agatha didn’t know what to say.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Her father stood up and opened it.
Two men stood outside carrying sacks of maze, rice, and flour.
Behind them, another man held a basket of vegetables and bottles of cooking oil.
“Who sent this?” her father asked, his voice shaking.
The tallest man smiled.
“Mr. David. He says this is just a small gift. There will be more when he comes to see your daughter.”
Agatha watched as her mother covered her mouth, tears forming in her eyes.
Her father nodded slowly.
“Thank you.”
The men placed the food inside and left.
Agatha looked at the sacks, the rice, the oil.
Enough food to last them for weeks.
Her father turned to her.
“Agatha, this man can change our lives.”
Her mother wiped her tears.
“Just think about it, my child.”
Agatha felt her chest tighten.
Was this her only way out?
Few days later, Agatha sat on her bed staring at the flickering flame of the small Lantern beside her.
Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
This wasn’t the life she wanted.
She was only 23 years old.
She had dreams.
She wanted to fall in love, marry someone who made her heart Happy, build a future filled with joy.
But now those dreams seemed impossible.
Mr. David was 60 years old.
Too old for her.
She looked at the letter again, reading the words over and over, hoping they would change.
But they didn’t.
The truth remained the same.
She was being asked to marry a man old enough to be her father.
