Before my mother’s second marriage, she had an agreement with her future husband that he would support me financially through college. At the time, my mother was young and capable, with many suitors, so he accepted this condition to win her over.
A year into their marriage, my mother lost her job and became a homemaker. Although she wanted to find another job, my stepfather encouraged her to stay at home and take care of the family. His children from a previous marriage had their own families and lived far away, so it was just the three of us.
Over the years, I’ve witnessed my stepfather’s kindness towards my mother and me. I don’t know his exact income, but every month, he gives my mother 15 million VND for our expenses. At the start of each school year, he asks how much tuition is and gives me the money for the entire year.
Since my mother’s remarriage, I’ve enjoyed delicious meals at restaurants and occasional vacations.

Although my mother wanted to find a job, my stepfather discouraged it, wanting her to focus on taking care of the family. (Illustration)
Once, I overheard one of my stepfather’s children speaking rudely to my mother. His response impressed me deeply. He called his child into the room and said:
“Today, I am deeply saddened to hear you speak to your aunt in such a manner. Whether she is right or wrong, she is an elder and my wife, and you should show respect and not raise your voice. These past years, you’ve been away, busy with your own life and family, and none of you have checked on me. If not for your aunt’s dedication, I wouldn’t be as healthy as I am today.”
“You should appreciate her efforts for this family. You rarely visit, and when you do, it’s only for your mother’s memorial. Just because she forgot to prepare your mother’s favorite dish, you have no right to speak to her like that. I am truly disappointed. If you can’t apologize to your aunt, then don’t step foot in this house again.”
Witnessing his firm stance towards his child, I grew to respect my stepfather even more. He is a man of integrity, and I strive to emulate his example.
Currently, I have a stable job and am preparing for my wedding. My fiancée and I have modest incomes, so we plan to rent a room for a few years until we save enough for a down payment on a house or apartment.
With just a week left until my wedding, most of the preparations are complete. During dinner a couple of days ago, my stepfather shared some unexpected news:
“I have saved 10 billion VND. When I retire, we can travel and enjoy life. Your mother has endured many hardships over the years, and it’s time for her to relax and enjoy life.”
We plan to rent a room for a few years until we can save enough for a down payment on a house or apartment. (Illustration)
Upon hearing this, I couldn’t help but think about how my mother’s life had improved since marrying my stepfather. However, my mother seemed saddened by this revelation and said:
“Our son is getting married, and I have nothing to give him. How can I think about traveling and enjoying life when I feel so guilty? You have so much money; can you give our son 1 billion VND as a wedding gift?”
My stepfather’s expression turned grim, worrying both my mother and me. But his next words surprised us even more:
“Your son is also my son. I’ve already given my other three children money to buy houses. Now that your youngest is getting married, I should also give him a gift. I intended to announce this at the wedding, but I might as well do it now.”
My stepfather went inside and returned with a red book—a land deed. He presented us with a plot of land worth 2 billion VND. My mother and I were astonished by his generosity. I could only express my deepest gratitude for his kindness and the positive impact he has had on our lives.
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