My Fake Engagement to a Homeless Man Uncovered My Mom’s Deepest Secret
Every holiday dinner was the same — my parents’ polite smiles masking the same relentless questions: When are you getting married? Have you met someone yet? This year, I couldn’t face it. Sitting in my car near the park, I spotted a man on a bench in a worn coat, his eyes tired but kind. On impulse, I approached him with an outrageous proposal: “Would you pretend to be my fiancé for one weekend? I’ll give you a warm place to stay, clothes, and meals.”
His name was Christopher. After a shower, a haircut, and some new clothes, he looked completely different confident, handsome, and surprisingly charming. By the time we sat down to dinner at my parents’ house, I thought my plan had worked perfectly. Then my mother asked where he was from, and Christopher mentioned a car accident five years ago that had changed his life. My mother’s face went pale.
She confessed she’d been in that accident — and claimed Christopher had been under the influence that…
