My wealthy parents disowned me after I married my high school sweetheart, a guy who had grown up with almost nothing. But on our wedding night, while we were staying in a cheap motel room, my husband sat on the edge of the bed and quietly said, “There’s something I should have told you before we got married.”
My husband, Owen, and I had been together ever since we met in our high school chemistry class. We walked through the same hallways every day, but we had grown up in completely different worlds.
I was raised in a very wealthy family where the expectations were always extremely high. Owen, on the other hand, grew up across town in Pine Creek with a single mother who worked two jobs simply to keep their lights on.
None of that mattered to us, because we fell deeply in love. Other guys either felt intimidated by my family’s wealth or saw it as something they could take advantage of, but Owen was different. He was the only one who looked beyond the money and saw me for who I really was, just Genevieve.
He couldn’t afford fancy restaurants or expensive bouquets, so every morning before first period, he would wait beside my locker holding a small bundle of wildflowers he had picked while walking to school.
When we got engaged last year, my parents gave me an ultimatum. They expected me to marry someone from our social circle in Ridgefield, not a man who worked as a mechanic. When I chose Owen anyway, they cut me off completely. No trust fund. No financial support. No contact.
Because of that, a traditional wedding was completely out of our reach. Yesterday afternoon, we got married at the local courthouse with only two friends, Clara and Jasper, there to serve as our witnesses.
Afterward, we picked up some takeout and checked into a cheap roadside motel just off the interstate for a short weekend honeymoon. Honestly, I didn’t care about the peeling wallpaper or how run-down the room looked. I was simply happy that I was finally his wife.
Later that evening, I walked out of the bathroom and found Owen sitting on the edge of the mattress, quietly staring down at his hands.
I asked him if everything was okay.
He looked up at me, and the seriousness in his expression immediately caught my attention.
“There’s something I should have told you before we got married,” he said quietly.
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