Short history my family had money and I got to go the best schools, but my father lost all the money. But he decided to take responsibility and jump of a cliff, I was his only child, and I was at university at the time. My father was a risk taker and took too many risks each time hoping to get back what he had lost and add to it as well. My mother wasn’t well after giving birth to me and she passed away when I was 12. Luckily for me my university fees were all paid up before my father died not by him, but my late grandfather paying my whole university fees at the start of my going to university. He died the first year I was at university. I graduated eighth in my year and got a good job and worked hard not wasting my time chasing women, focusing on my career first. But it was slow going, then by chance I met a client who was a widow and very well off. She was impressed by my work ethic; she valued hard work. She asked for me to be assigned to her account and I was. I was invited to stay at her holiday home for the long weekend. I wasn’t sure why she wanted me to stay but did as I was requested. She was 51 and I was 32 at the time and I could tell she wasn’t attracted sexually to me. But it soon became clear she had a daughter 28 she wanted married, her daughter was plain looking and quiet. The client wanted a husband for her daughter and my family’s status was still good, despite my father losing our money and suicide. My action after showed I was reliable and that was more important to the client just having money. So, I was invited often to visit and stay and the I was always sat with the daughter. After a proper courting period we were engaged, and the wedding plans made. The client and me had made an agreement, I marry her daughter and I would be set for life, and I had to be respectful always of her daughter. No bans on having affairs with other women, but I couldn’t divorce my wife at all. So, we married and started trying for a child and quickly succeed and we had a boy. I was still doing well in my career and didn’t have affairs; I wasn’t used to dating and going to parties. Staying home with my wife was usual for me and with our son after his birth. I also had in my mind that if I caused a scandal, I might lose what I had gained. My mother-in-law never said she would’ve her daughter divorce me. But her family reputation was a high priority to her, so I play the loving husband. I played it so well I started to believe it myself. After 5 years of marriage and 3 children, I was still staying home with my wife and not partying. My wife got ill, and I stayed with her until she recovered, taking time off work to be with her. That’s when I realized I really did love my wife. My mother-in-law passed away at 83 and I was almost 63 still married to my wife and our 4 grown children were starting out on their own. Just over thirty years of marriage and I haven’t regretted any of it.
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