15/07/2025
At 61, I Remarried My First Love: On Our Wedding Night, Just As I Took Off Her Dress, I Was Sh0cked and Heartbroken to See…
I turned 61 this year. My wife passed away eight years ago due to a long battle with illness. Since then, life has been quiet and lonely. My children are all grown, with families of their own. They visit once a month — just long enough to drop off some money and my medications before hurrying off again.
I don't blame them. Life is busy, and I understand that. But on cold, rainy nights, when the wind howls and raindrops hammer against the tin roof, I lie in bed and feel like the loneliest person in the world.
Then one day, while scrolling through Facebook, I saw her — my high school sweetheart. Back in the day, I adored her. She had the kind of smile that could brighten a room, eyes full of laughter, and long, flowing hair. I was preparing for my university entrance exams when her parents arranged her marriage to an older man living down South. And just like that, we lost touch.
Over 40 years passed before fate brought us back together. She had been widowed for five years and was living with her youngest son, who was often away for work. We started chatting online, slowly catching up. Then came phone calls, and soon, coffee meetups. Before I knew it, I was regularly visiting her house with small gifts — fruits, pastries, and vitamins for her joints.
One day, half-teasing, I said,
— “Why don’t the two of us old souls get married and keep each other company?”
Her eyes instantly filled with tears. I panicked and tried to laugh it off, but she simply smiled and nodded.
And so, at 61, I remarried — this time, to the first woman I ever loved.
Our wedding was small and sweet. I wore a brown brocade tunic. She looked graceful in a white silk áo dài, her hair pinned neatly with a pearl clip. Friends and neighbors came, all remarking how we looked like young lovers again.
And honestly, I felt young again.
Later that evening, after we cleared the last dishes and shut the front gate, it was nearly 10 p.m. I warmed up some milk for her and turned off the lights. Our wedding night had arrived — something I never thought I’d experience again in my lifetime.
But just as I began to help her out of her dress…
I froze.
My heart dropped.
What I saw left me stunned and heartbroken.
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