On my wedding day, people looked at me with sympathy because they believed I was marrying a man everyone called poor.
The next morning, feeling a little embarrassed, I asked my husband if he could lend me 500 pesos to buy groceries.
He didn’t say a word. He simply picked up his phone.
Five minutes later, my bank account sent me a notification and that’s when everything people believed about him began to fall apart.
The day I wore my wedding dress, no one in my family looked happy.
It wasn’t because the ceremony was sad or because I looked bad.
It was because everyone knew the truth: I had been asked to replace my younger sister and marry the man she refused.
