I Married a Homeless Man to Spite My Parents – A Month Later, I Came Home and Froze in Shock at What I Saw

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It was a regular day when I returned home from work. As I entered the house, a trail of rose petals caught my attention. It led me into the living room.

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A woman's hand on a doorknob | Source: Midjourney

The sight that greeted me in the living room left me speechless. The entire room was filled with roses, and a huge heart made of petals was on the floor.

And there, in the center of it all, stood Stan.

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But this wasn't the Stan I knew. Gone were the comfortable jeans and T-shirts I gave him.

Instead, he was dressed in a sleek black tuxedo that looked like it cost more than my monthly rent. And in his hand, he held a small velvet box.

A man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

"Stan?" I managed to squeak out. "What's going on?"

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He smiled, and I swear my heart skipped a beat.