The builder spent 300 million to marry the girl who was divorced as his wife, and at night he just took off his wife’s wife, he knew that he was in a hurry…

In a small alley on the outskirts of Hanoi, Hung – a nearly 35-year-old builder, famous for being gentle and hardworking – surprised the whole neighborhood when he announced that he would marry Lan as his wife. Lan – the girl who used to be the beauty of the pedagogical school – was in a traffic accident three years ago that left her lower body completely paralyzed, had to sit in a wheelchair, and lost her dream of standing on the podium.

People whispered: “Is Hung a little bad? Marrying people in a wheelchair and spending three hundred million to organize a wedding is enough?” Some people pity, others laugh. Hung did not explain. He just smiled gently, held Lan’s hand tightly when they went to take wedding photos together, and said to her:
“If you can’t get up, then I’ll sit down next to you. I’ll go on with the rest of my life.”

Lan cried like rain in his arms. How many guilt, shame, and fear disappeared. For the first time in three years in a hospital bed, she believed she could be happy.

Lan’s family initially strongly objected. Her mother cried and scolded:
“You’re already like this, why don’t you know how to think? Why do you let people suffer with you?”

Lan only looked at her mother, a weak but firm smile:
“I don’t want to be a burden. But Hung does not consider his children a burden. I believe him.”

After a few months of perseverance, both sides of the family also gave up. The wedding is simple but full of coziness. Hung rebuilt the small house with his own hands, sloping up and down, adjusting everything so that Lan could live on her own somewhat. He also installed a railing and redesigned the bathroom. People counted roughly, he spent more than 300 million – the money he had saved during 10 years of working everywhere – just to make her life a little easier.

On the evening of the wedding, it rained heavily. In a small room that smelled of new wood, Hung helped Lan to bed. He clumsily removed the white lace wedding dress. Hands tremble – not because of lust, but because of emotion. When the shirt fell, he stopped.

It wasn’t because of that weak body. But because of each scar, every blurred line running along her back and sides. Traces of three years of painful physical therapy, of silent falls, and even times of crying in the middle of the night because of not being able to turn around.

Hung bent down and hugged her tightly. Not a word was uttered, but his tears soaked her hair.

“Don’t you regret it?” – Lan asked softly, her voice lost.

Hung shook his head, his lips lightly touched her forehead:
“No. He just regrets… because I didn’t come sooner, to save me some pain. You are the greatest luck in my life.”

Lan burst into tears. Never had she ever seen herself looked at with those eyes—no pity, no burden, but pure love.

From that day on, every day was a new day. Hung was not only her husband, but also a companion in Lan’s healing journey. He took her to physical therapy every week, learned how to cook what she liked, tinkered with clothes hangers herself, and attached a small phone system next to her bed so she could call him if needed.

And Lan, though still in a wheelchair, has brighter eyes than any other woman. She began to paint again – paintings full of life, filled with light. She also opened an online art class for children, called “Living from Colors.”

A year later, she began to feel her legs. Two years later, with extraordinary effort and love by her side, Lan learned to walk on crutches. The day she took the first three steps, Hung hugged her and cried like a child.

“Do you see?” she laughed with tears in her eyes, “You did hit the jackpot.”

He nodded and whispered,
“And I won’t exchange it for any other prize, even in this world.”