My Crush Asked Me To Marry A Blind Stranger, And I Agreed

Synopsis

My family had an old tradition: we would marry whoever held our rosaries first on our twenty-second birthdays. The childhood sweetheart I’d been close to for eighteen years swore he’d be the one to take it. But when I opened the box, the beads snapped and scattered across the floor. A passing blind man bent down and picked them up. My childhood sweetheart laughed and taunted, urging me to marry the stranger, just to amuse my father’s illegitimate daughter. Seeing the blind man freeze in embarrassment, I stepped in front of him and said protectively, “Fine. I’ll marry him.”