Sa Gabi ng Aking Kasal, Nang Hilahin Ko ang Kumot, Napanginig Ako ng Katotohanan: Ang Dahilan na Binigyan Ako ng Pamilya ng Aking Asawa ng $2 Milyong Villa Para Magpakasal sa Isang Kawawang Lingkod na Katulad Ko

Sa Gabi ng Kasal, Nang Hilahin Ko ang Kumot, Nanginig Ako sa Katotohanan: Ang Dahilan na Binigyan Ako ng Pamilya ng Aking Asawa ng $2 Milyong Mansyon ay Para Magpakasal sa Kawawang Kasambahay na Katulad Ko.

Ang pangalan ko ay Anna Brooks, 26 taong gulang.

Ipinanganak ako sa isang mahirap na bayan sa Texas, kung saan sinunog ng araw ang aking balat at dinadala ng hangin ang amoy ng tuyong alikabok ng damo.

Maagang namatay ang tatay ko, may malubhang sakit ang nanay ko, at kinailangan kong huminto sa pag-aaral sa edad na 16 para magtrabaho bilang kasambahay sa Houston.

Nagtrabaho ako para sa pamilya Harrison – isa sa mayayamang pamilya sa industriya ng real estate.

Ang kanilang nag-iisang anak na lalaki – si Ethan Harrison – 31 taong gulang, ay isang guwapo, edukadong lalaki, ngunit palaging lumalayo sa lahat.

Halos tatlong taon na akong kasambahay sa kanila, nasanay sa tahimik na paglilinis, pagluluto, at pagyuko.

Hindi ako nangahas na isipin na isang araw, ang pangalang “Anna Brooks” ay ilalagay sa tabi ng apelyido na “Harrison.”

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Isang umaga, tinawag ako ng landlady – si Mrs. Caroline Harrison – sa sala.

Naglagay siya ng isang sertipiko ng kasal sa harap ko at sinabi, ang kanyang boses ay mahinahon ngunit matatag:

“Anna, kung papayag kang pakasalan si Ethan, ang $2 million lakeside villa sa Austin ay ipapangalan sa iyo. Ito ay regalo sa kasal mula sa aking pamilya.”

Natulala ako.
Isang kasambahay na tulad ko, ikakasal sa nag-iisang anak na lalaki ng pamilya Harrison?
Akala ko nagbibiro siya, pero nang makita ko ang seryoso niyang mga mata, alam kong totoo iyon.

Hindi ko alam ang dahilan – ang alam ko lang kailangan ng nanay ko ng pera para magpagamot, at baka ito lang ang pagkakataon para mailigtas siya.
Sinabi ng isip ko na tumanggi ako, ngunit tumango ang mahina kong puso.

Naganap ang kasal sa isang luxury hotel sa puso ng Houston.
Isinuot ko ang puting damit na pinili ni Caroline, naglalakad sa gitna ng mausisa na mga tingin ng daan-daang tao.
Hindi ako natawa, hinawakan ko lang ng mahigpit ang mga kamay ko para hindi manginig.

Si Ethan – ang aking groom – ay nanatili pa rin sa kanyang karaniwang malamig na ekspresyon.

Ni minsan hindi niya ako nilingon.

Naisip ko sa sarili ko:

“Siguro regalo lang ako sa kanya – isang ‘nominal na asawa’ para mapasaya ang aking ina.”

Nang gabing iyon, sa bagong kasal na villa sa tabi ng lawa, umupo ako sa tabi ng kama, nanginginig ang aking mga kamay.
Umalingawngaw ang tunog ng ulan sa salamin na pinto.
Pumasok si Ethan, may hawak na isang basong tubig, nakapikit papalapit.

“Inumin mo ito,” sabi niya, ang kanyang boses ay kasing-gaan ng hininga. “Mukhang kinakabahan ka.”

Bahagya akong tumango, inubos ang baso ng tubig, tumibok ang puso ko.

Umupo si Ethan sa gilid ng kama, pinatay ang ilaw.

Natahimik ang kwarto.

I closed my eyes, preparing for what every bride has to go through.

But a few seconds later, I heard..

his voice, very small:

“You can sleep, Anna. I won’t touch you… not until you’re ready.”

I opened my eyes, turned around.

In the darkness, he lay on his side, his back turned, keeping a distance – as if afraid that if he touched me, he would hurt me.

At that moment, my heart softened.

I didn’t expect that the man the whole world thought was cold could be so gentle.

When I woke up, light was shining through the curtains.

On the table was a breakfast tray – a glass of warm milk, an egg sandwich, and a piece of paper with the words scrawled on it:

“Went to the office. Don’t go out if it rains. – E.”

I held the paper, and tears fell.
For more than twenty years, I have cried because of men’s betrayal, but this is the first time, I want to cry because of being cared for

A few weeks later, I overheard a conversation between Caroline and her personal doctor.
Her voice was weak:

“My heart’s failing. I just want Ethan to have someone beside him when I’m gone. Anna’s kind. She won’t leave him because of his condition.”

And I understood.
Ethan is not like other normal men.
He has a congenital defect – unable to fulfill the role of a husband.

I was shocked, then choked up.
I used to think I was a substitute for the villa, but it turned out, I was chosen because of love and trust.

From that day, I decided: no matter what happens to this marriage, I will not leave him.

One rainy night, Ethan had a severe heart attack.
I panicked and took him to the hospital.
In his delirium, he held my hand tightly and whispered:

“If one day you get tired, you can leave. The house… it’s yours. I don’t want you to suffer because of me.”

I burst into tears.
Since when did this man take over my heart?
I squeezed his hand and replied:

“I’m not leaving. You are my husband, Ethan. You are my home.”

When Ethan woke up, he smiled – the first smile since our wedding.

We did not have a “normal” marriage, but we had something more precious: respect, understanding, and a quiet, lasting love.

The lakeside villa, which was once a gift of pity, has now become a real home.

I planted chrysanthemums on the porch, Ethan painted in the living room.

In the evening, we sat together drinking tea, listening to the rain and telling each other simple dreams.

Perhaps, happiness does not lie in perfection, but in finding someone who, despite his shortcomings, still chooses to love and stay.

And I know, I found it – right on that trembling wedding night.

Ten years have passed since that wedding night – the night I knew Ethan was not like other men, and the night I decided to stay with him, not out of pity, but out of love.

The Austin lakeside villa is now covered with flower beds that I planted myself.

On the porch, there are still two old wooden chairs, where every afternoon we drank tea together, listened to the wind blowing across the water and told old stories.

Ethan is now 41 years old. He still works freelance as a landscape painter and a university art lecturer.
And I – Anna Harrison – run a small flower shop in the city center.
Our life was peaceful, simple, and it seemed like nothing could shake it.

But then one day, fate knocked on the door.

It was a morning in May, when we went for Ethan’s routine health check.
The doctor – an old friend of his – smiled as he looked at the file:

“Ethan, I have news. With the current medical advances, the pelvic nerve repair surgery that was previously impossible for you… is now possible. There is a high chance that you can make a full recovery.”

I was stunned, my heart pounding.

Ethan sat still, his eyes looking far away.

Hope – something we thought had long been dormant – suddenly returned, both beautiful and scary.

On the way back, I held his hand:

“Ethan… do you want to try?”

He was silent for a long time, then softly replied:

“I don’t know. I’m afraid… if the surgery fails, I will lose everything – including you.”

I looked at him, smiled:

“I will not lose you. No matter what happens.”

But deep down, I knew – if he could recover, our lives would change forever.

In the following days, Ethan began to daydream.

He talked about traveling with me everywhere, about things he was afraid he couldn’t do – and one thing he never dared to mention: having a child.

I was speechless.

I loved him, but I also knew clearly: I was past my prime, and the chances of giving birth were not many.

One night, I heard him call my name in my dream, then woke up and said:

“Anna, have you ever thought… if I were as healthy as everyone else, would you choose me?”

That question made my heart ache.

I held his hand tightly and replied softly:

“I don’t love your legs. I love your heart.”

But he just smiled softly, his eyes sad:

“My heart… always wants to give you more than you need.”

One morning, Ethan said he was going to teach.

But then at noon, I got a call from the hospital:

“Mrs. Harrison, your husband has been admitted for surgery. He said you will understand.”

I was stunned.

I drove like a rocket to the hospital.

In the pre-op room, Ethan sat still, wearing a hospital gown, his eyes strangely calm.

“I’m sorry, Anna. I know you’re scared, but I have to try. Not for me, but for you – because I want you to have a complete husband.”

I burst into tears, holding his hand:

“I never needed that. I just needed you – just like you.”

Ethan smiled, reaching out to stroke my hair:

“I want to repaint the last picture – the picture with us, but this time, I will be the one standing.”

The door to the operating room closed, leaving me sitting in the hallway, my hands shaking in prayer.

The surgery lasted more than seven hours.
The doctor came out, his face tired but smiling:

“Naging matagumpay ang operasyon. Ngunit kakailanganin niya ng mahabang panahon para gumaling at makapagsanay.”

Napaluha ako sa tuwa.

Sa mga sumunod na buwan, araw-araw akong nasa tabi niya, tinutulungan siyang magsanay sa paglalakad, matiyagang tinutulungan siyang malampasan ang bawat sakit.

Isang beses, napaluha siya sa gitna ng gym, na nagsasabi:

“Hindi ko alam kung karapat-dapat na ba ako sa iyo. Iba na ako ngayon – at ikaw pa rin.”

Niyakap ko siya:

“Ethan, wala kang kailangang patunayan. Hindi kailangan ng pag-ibig ko ng bayani, kailangan ka lang.”

Makalipas ang isang taon, ganap na gumaling si Ethan.
Kaya niyang maglakad ng normal, kahit na tumakbo ng ilang hakbang.
Noong araw na lumabas siya ng pinto nang mag-isa, nakatayo ako roon na nanonood, tumutulo ang mga luha sa aking mukha.

Nang gabing iyon, dinala niya ako sa lawa – kung saan nangako kaming mabubuhay nang magkasama kahit anong mangyari.

Naglatag siya ng tela, naglagay ng isang tasa ng chamomile tea sa gitna.

“Naaalala mo ba ang maulan na gabing iyon? Sabi mo ayaw mo akong hawakan hangga’t hindi ako handa. Ngayon, gusto kong magtanong muli – handa ka bang sumama sa akin… muli?”

Natawa ako sa aking mga luha:

“Sampung taon ka na rito, Ethan. At kung may susunod pang buhay, pipiliin ko pa ring manatili.”

Hinawakan niya ang kamay ko at mahinang sinabi:

“Ikaw ang pangarap na hindi ko pinangarap na paniwalaan na karapat-dapat ako. At ito – ang ating Lakeside Dreams.”

Binuksan niya ang kanyang bag at kinuha ang isang larawang iginuhit niya: dalawang taong nakatayo sa tabi ng lawa, magkahawak-kamay, na may villa na natatakpan ng ginintuang sikat ng araw sa background.

Sa ilalim ng larawan, isinulat niya:

“Ang pag-ibig ay hindi kailangang maging perpekto. Kailangan lamang itong manatili.”

Pagkalipas ng dalawang taon, inampon namin ang isang ulilang babae na nagngangalang Lily.

Ang villa sa gilid ng lawa ay umalingawngaw sa tawanan ng mga bata, at tuwing hapon kaming tatlo ay nakaupo sa balkonahe, umiinom ng tsaa, nakikinig sa hangin na umiihip sa tubig.

sabi ni Ethan:

“Akala ko dati, dahil sa mga kapintasan ko, nawala ang lahat sa akin. Pero ito pala ang tumulong sa akin na mahanap ka.”

Sagot ko, nakangiti:

“At ikaw – ang perpektong bagay na ibinigay sa akin ng buhay sa huli.”

Sa gitna ng pulang paglubog ng araw, ang kumikinang na lawa, alam ko – ang pangarap namin sa tabi ng lawa ay hindi isang fairy tale, ngunit patunay na ang tunay na pag-ibig ay kayang lampasan ang lahat ng limitasyon ng tao.