Wife for Sale | 18+

"Please leave me alone."

As I silently pray that whoever is behind me just left, and let me cry into the dark.

"Stop crying." A man sternly said.

"I can't"

In an unexpected gesture, his hand gently made contact with my shoulders, causing me to startle. As I turned to meet his gaze, I found my own red, swollen eyes mirrored in his weathered, compassionate ones.

"I won't let a girl cry in the dark corner at the middle of the night. Especially in this street, you need to go back home, girl."

"Maybe I want to stay here." While covering myself.

He sighed and I could feel him observing me.

"I won't let you."

"I still can't, I just lost my home and my jo-," I sobbed the words but he interrupted me.

"Come work for me," he says.

I was taken aback by his words, my gaze instinctively shifting upwards to meet his. There, before me, stood a robust figure, his weathered face adorned with a crown of white hair that mirrored the age of my own father. A cigar dangled casually from his lips, releasing tendrils of smoke into the air.

"What is it called?" I pondered, clutching onto the last vestiges of my dignity.

"It's a marriage agency, I hired lost and broken girls like you who wanted to find hope in this corrupted world, my dear."

"Why?" I asked.

The man stared at me deeply and said, "Cause girl, everybody deserves a chance to be happy."

"When will I start?" my voice hoarse and my eyes started to blur as I feel another waves of tears coming.

"Today girl, but first you need to get clean up." The man said softly while handing me a handkerchief.