As I offered to get married to a homeless stranger, I thought I had it all figured out. It seemed like the perfect arrangement to spite my parents with no strings attached. I didn’t know I’d be sh0cked to walk into my house a month later.

I’m 34, and my parents wouldn’t stop nagging me about being a spinster and never getting married. They tried setting me up with everyone, desperate for grandchildren. Then they crossed the line: they told me I wouldn’t get a cent of their inheritance unless I got married by 35. I had only a few months left.

One day, fed up, I saw a homeless man begging. He was dirty, but his eyes were kind. On a whim, I offered to marry him. I made it clear: it’d be a marriage of convenience. I’d give him shelter, clothes, and money, and in return, he’d pretend to be my husband.

Conyinues…