The Homeless Groom: A Wedding Born from Lies and Love
My grandmother was dying. She had spent every penny of her life savings to make my dream wedding happen—her last wish was to see me walk down the aisle. But when my fiancé turned out to be a cheating jerk, I was left with no choice. I had to marry a homeless man to make her happy.
And as I stood there, staring at him in his borrowed suit, one question burned in my mind: Who is this man, really?
The Day Everything Fell Apart
Life has a funny way of ruining things just when they seem perfect. That morning started like any other—I headed to the restaurant where I worked as head chef, whipped up a quick avocado toast with poached eggs and bacon, and packed it into a to-go box.
Then I stepped outside to the alley where he always waited.
“Here you go, Sam,” I said, handing him the food.
His eyes lit up. “Renee, you’re too good to me.”
Sam was homeless—roughly 30 years old, with a scruffy beard and worn-out clothes. I never asked how he ended up on the streets. It felt rude. But unlike most people, he never begged. He just… existed. And for some reason, I couldn’t ignore him.
That day, though, he looked serious. “Renee, I need to tell you something—”
Ring, ring!
My phone cut him off. It was Grandma.
“Sorry, Sam, I have to take this.”
Grandma’s voice was weak. “Renee… I don’t think I’ll make it to your wedding.”
My heart clenched. “Grandma, don’t say that. The wedding’s next week—we moved it up for you.”
Michael, my fiancé, had proposed two weeks ago. We planned to wait, but Grandma’s illness changed everything. She needed to see me married.
After hanging up, I turned back to Sam. “What were you saying?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Forget it.” Then he hesitated. “Didn’t know you were getting married.”
“Yeah, well… life’s unpredictable.”
Sam nodded and dug into his food.
The Betrayal
Later, during my lunch break, I stepped outside—and froze.
Michael.
My fiancé was pressed against some woman, kissing her like his life depended on it.
My hands shook. The plate I was holding smashed to the ground.
“WHAT THE HELL?!”
Michael jerked away. “Renee?! I thought you were off today!”
“WE’RE GETTING MARRIED NEXT WEEK!” I screamed.
He had the nerve to shrug. “It was just one last fling.”
I ripped off my engagement ring and hurled it at his feet. “CONGRATULATIONS. NOW YOU CAN FLING ALL YOU WANT!”
The other woman gasped. “You said you loved ME!” She slapped him hard before storming off.
Michael rubbed his red cheek. “Come on, Renee, let’s talk—”
“NO. The wedding’s OFF.”
I stormed to the back alley, kicking trash cans, tears streaming.
Then a voice cut through my rage.
“Everything okay?”
Sam.
I collapsed onto the dirty pavement, sobbing. “Michael cheated on me.”
Sam sat beside me, placing his tattered jacket under me so I wouldn’t get dirty. “Sorry to hear that.”
“I can’t cancel the wedding,” I choked out. “Grandma spent everything on it. Seeing me married is her dying wish.”
Sam was quiet for a long moment. Then—
“Marry me instead.”
I blinked. “What?”
“I’ll do it. Fake wedding. Make your grandma happy.”
I stared at him. A homeless stranger offering to marry me?
But… I had no other choice.
The Truth Comes Out
That night, Sam showered at my place. When he stepped out, clean-shaven and in Michael’s clothes—
My jaw dropped.
Gone was the scruffy homeless man. In his place stood a ridiculously handsome guy with sharp cheekbones and muscles that strained against the fabric.
Who the hell IS this man?!
Over the next few days, I learned more:
- He cooked better than me.
- He folded laundry like a butler.
- He spoke like he’d gone to Harvard.
But I still didn’t ask about his past.
Then came the wedding day.
As we walked into the luxury hotel, whispers followed us.
*”She’s marrying a *homeless* guy?”*
“He’s just using her!”
Sam tensed. I squeezed his hand. “Ignore them.”
But then—
“SAM! You’re BACK!”
Hotel staff swarmed us, bowing, smiling.
I froze. “Sam… what’s happening?”
The manager beamed. “You didn’t tell her? Sam’s the owner’s son—heir to this hotel chain!”
My blood turned to ice.
I whirled on Sam. “YOU LIED TO ME?!”
He winced. “I tried to tell you—”
“You let me think you were HOMELESS!”
The manager gasped. “How DARE you yell at him—”
Sam’s voice turned deadly. “She’s my fiancée. Watch your tone.”
I was shaking. “There IS no wedding. I asked for one thing—NO LIES!”
Sam’s eyes burned into mine. “Then here’s the truth: I love you.”
I scoffed. “Right.”
“You treated me like a person when no one else did. That’s why I fell for you.”
I stormed off to the rooftop, tears blurring my vision.
Minutes later, Sam found me.
“You,” he said softly.
I glared. “What?”
“You’re the only thing that matters to me.”
I wanted to hate him. But the raw honesty in his voice…
I exhaled. “Why were you homeless?”
He sighed. “My dad wanted me to take over the business. I wanted freedom. So I left—no money, no plan. Ended up on the streets. And honestly? I was happy. Until I met you. Then I wanted more.”
I studied him. “You really love me?”
“Yes.”
I stepped closer. “Prove it.”
Then I kissed him.
And holy hell—the way he kissed me back? Like I was everything.
When we finally pulled apart, breathless, Sam grinned.
“So… fake wedding?”
I smirked. “Yeah. For Grandma.”
But as we walked toward the altar, hand in hand, I knew one thing for sure:
This wedding?
It wasn’t fake anymore.
