I Had a Sham Marriage with a Gay Man

My blind date was homosexual.

On the day of the blind date, he brought his boyfriend along.

Surprisingly, there was no awkwardness, no conflict. Instead, we hit it off, enjoying each other’s company.

As a single woman getting older, I was dedicated to not marrying or having kids, and only went on the date to placate my parents’ obsession with marriage.

My date, however, was there to hide his sexuality and his relationship from his family.

Our blind date quickly turned into a business meeting.

We decided to have a marriage of convenience to fend off our relentless parents who were obsessed with getting us married.

Before tying the knot, we made sure to get all our assets legally notarized.

Post-wedding, we agreed on a fifty-fifty split for all expenses and promised not to interfere in each other’s financial or personal lives.

Everything went according to plan.

The blind date was a success, and after our parents met, Jamie Simpson and I got married.

Maybe it was because we were both getting on in years.

The elders didn’t find anything strange about our whirlwind romance; in fact, they encouraged it, fearing we might regret our impulsive decision later.

On our wedding day, my parents sent me off joyfully, and even their tears were tears of joy.

“Finally married!” they exclaimed.

I smiled, equally thrilled.

No more nagging from my parents about finding a husband.

Finally, I could follow my life plan without the interference of their endless marriage talks.

However...

I glanced at Jamie beside me and his best man, amazed at his audacity.

He went as far as having his boyfriend as his best man, sneaking in little hand-holding moments during the ceremony, completely unfazed about being found out.

They were genuinely in love.

During his vows, Jamie, dressed in a crisp white suit, stood on stage. Although in his thirties, he looked every bit the charming young gentleman.

On stage, he spoke his vows with sincere emotion and a hint of shyness, his voice gentle and warm.

However, his eyes frequently darted toward his boyfriend in the audience.

His boyfriend returned the gaze with equal affection, his eyes deep and intense.

They were like a romantic couple from a classic story – the dashing scholar and the handsome general.

As someone who didn’t believe in love and marriage, I found myself a bit envious.

But that was where it stopped.

If it weren’t for my parents’ constant pressure and finding a suitable partner in Jamie, I wouldn’t have considered marriage at all.

Romance was definitely not in the cards for me.

Locking away my heart was my way of staying sane.

I thought I’d be free from my parents’ interference and live the life I wanted after marriage, but I was wrong.

Instead, it became the source of all my problems.

Following the marriage pressure came the baby pressure.

Given our ages and the fact that Jamie was an only child, it didn’t take long for our parents to shift their focus from marriage to procreation.

Barely a few days into t...