I Married a Homeless Man to Prove a Point to My Family — Then One Evening I Walked Into Our Living Room and Couldn't Speak
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Chapter 4 / 7
Chapter 4 - The Roommate I Married
I made sure we signed an ironclad prenup first, in case my little scheme blew up in my face.
But living with Wes turned out to be nothing like I expected. He was funny in a dry, quiet way. He cooked. He fixed the leaky faucet I'd been ignoring for a year. He never left a dish in the sink. We slid into an easy rhythm, two roommates who happened to hold hands whenever my parents were in the room.
Only one thing bothered me.
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Every time I asked about his past — how a guy like him ended up on a sidewalk with a cardboard sign — his face would shut like a door. His eyes would go somewhere far away, and he'd change the subject to dinner or the weather. It nagged at me for weeks.
Then came the evening that changed everything.
