In his world, I was an asset, a chess piece in his lifelong game. My future husband? He’d be the “strategic partner” for our family’s gain, not a person to love or laugh with.

“You’ll thank me one day,” he would always say, his voice firm and final. “It’s not about love, dear. It’s about stability. Real love comes from stability, from strength.”

“Anna, you’re our only child. You have a responsibility. Can’t you understand that?” he said one evening over yet another quiet dinner.

One cool autumn afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped out of the house, leaving behind the cold silence that felt more like a tomb than a home, and started walking through the city. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I needed to escape, if only for a few hours.

He moved slowly, carefully, as if each sweep of the broom was part of some quiet ritual. There was something peaceful in the way he worked, like he was part of the city itself.

Without even thinking, I walked over to him.

“Excuse me,” I said, my voice shaking. He looked up, surprised, but didn’t say a word, just waited.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at me like I’d just stepped out of a different world.

“You serious?” he asked, his voice deep but calm.

“Yes,” I replied, trying to sound steady, but the desperation in my voice slipped through. “It’s not… it’s not what you think. This isn’t about love or anything like that. It’s just… I need to get out of a situation.”

He looked at me, considering. “So, you’re saying… you need a fake husband?”

“Exactly. A business deal.” I swallowed. “Just something to get my father off my back.” I quickly found my father’s photo on my phone and showed it to the janitor. “Here.”

He paused, studying the picture carefully. He frowned, as if he recognized the man. “Name’s Ethan,” he said, his hand outstretched. “You’re really serious about this?”

I nodded. “As serious as I’ll ever be.”

Ethan still looked hesitant, like he was waiting for me to admit this was some joke. “Look, you don’t know me. This could be trouble,” he said, studying me. His eyes had a steady look, grounded, and not unkind.

For a long moment, he was silent, watching me with an unreadable expression. Finally, he exhaled slowly. “All right,” he said, voice low. “If it gets you out of this mess. Just know, I’m not one to back out once I’m in something.”

I felt a rush of relief I hadn’t expected. “Thank you,” I said, almost breathless. “Thank you, Ethan.”

He gave me a small, knowing smile. “Guess I’ve always been a little crazy. But this—this might just take the cake.”

That afternoon, we went straight to city hall. No white dress, no flowers, just a piece of paper and two strangers signing it together.

When we walked out of that building, Ethan turned to me with a grin. “Well, looks like we’re in this together now.”

Then, reality hit. I’d just married a stranger.

The next few days felt like a whirlwind. Ethan and I settled into a routine that was both strange and strangely comforting.

When my father found out I’d married, he was livid. He called me every hour, his messages curt, his tone icy. After days of ignoring him, I finally answered the phone.

“What is going on, Anna?” he demanded. “You married someone—a stranger! A janitor! Have you lost your mind?”

“It’s my life, Dad,” I replied, feeling my voice shake.

“You have responsibilities, Anna. Do you think the world is going to respect this… this nonsense? I’ll come by tomorrow. I want to meet this husband of yours.”

The next evening, my father arrived at our small apartment. Dressed in his usual designer suit, he surveyed the space with a look of disgust, glancing at the mismatched furniture and modest decor like it was offensive.

“Anna, are you really staying here?” he asked, turning to me with disappointment.

“This is our home,” I replied, folding my arms. I could feel Ethan’s presence behind me, calm and steady.

Ethan met his gaze, unfazed. “Yes, sir, I do,” he replied, his voice steady and quiet. “I know she’s more than her last name, or the money attached to it.”

My father scoffed. “Oh, I see. You’ve got all the right lines. It’s clear you’re not in this for love, but for what you can gain.”

“Actually, sir,” Ethan said, standing firm, “I don’t care about your money. Or your status. I care about Anna.”

My father’s face turned red with fury. “You expect me to believe that?” he hissed. “You’re just a janitor—a nobody.”

Ethan didn’t flinch. He looked my father right in the eye. “I may be a janitor,” he replied, “but I know honesty. And respect. I know that Anna deserves more than being treated like a pawn.”

My father’s expression changed, a mix of anger and disbelief. “And what gives you the right to lecture me about respect?”

My father frowned, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. “Andrew?”

“You knew him once,” Ethan continued. “He was a business partner of yours until you forced him out. Took everything he had. He went from owning a company to scrubbing floors. And that’s how I grew up.”

I felt the shock ripple through the room as my father’s face paled. “That can’t be… that was years ago,” he stammered, searching Ethan’s face. “You’re his son?”

Ethan nodded. “He never recovered. But he raised me to be better than bitterness. And here I am.”

My father looked away, his shoulders sagging as if he’d aged in seconds. Then, he suddenly dropped to his knees. “Andrew… he was my friend. I was desperate. It was either him or me, and I had a family. I was doing what I thought I had to. I’m sorry.”

“A future you chose for me,” I replied softly. “But I’m choosing my own now.”

Without another word, my father turned and left, his figure slumped as he walked down the stairs. I watched him go, a strange mixture of sadness and relief settling in my chest.

Days passed. I didn’t hear from my father, but I felt his absence as a weight lifting. Then one evening, there was a knock at the door. To my surprise, it was him, standing awkwardly, looking almost uncertain.

“Ethan,” he said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “I… owe you an apology. Not just for the past, but for now. For everything. I can’t undo what I did to your family, but I can do better for my daughter. I see that now.”

Ethan nodded, accepting the words with quiet dignity. “That’s all anyone can do, sir. We all make mistakes. What matters is what we do after.”

“Andrew, I’m sorry. I did things back then that I can’t take back, but I never meant to hurt you.”

Andrew nodded slowly, his face softened by years. “We were both different men then. But it’s never too late to be better.”

They shook hands, a small bridge over years of loss and resentment. I watched as my father and Andrew turned toward us, the past falling away as they embraced a future together as two families, united by the strength it took to forgive.

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