The builder spent ₱400,000 to marry a woman who was confined to a wheelchair. On their wedding night, as he took off his wife’s clothes, he knew he was the true winner…
In a small alley on the outskirts of Quezon City, Jun — a builder around 35 years old, known for being gentle and hardworking — surprised the whole neighborhood when he announced he would marry Liza. Liza — the young woman who was once a college beauty queen — had a traffic accident three years ago, leaving her lower body completely paralyzed, requiring her to use a wheelchair, and destroying her dream of standing on the podium as a teacher.
People whispered: “Has Jun gone mad? Marrying someone in a wheelchair is enough, but spending three hundred thousand pesos just to organize the wedding?” Some felt pity, but others laughed and criticized. Jun did not explain. He just smiled gently, held Liza’s hand tightly as they took their wedding photos, and told her: “If you can’t get up, I will sit beside you. Let’s continue the rest of our lives together.” Liza cried profusely in his arms. All the guilt, shame, and fear vanished. For the first time in three years in a hospital bed, she thought that she could be happy.
At first, Liza’s family strongly objected. Her mother cried and argued: “You are already like this, why aren’t you thinking? Why are you letting people suffer with you?” Liza just looked at her mother, with a faint but firm smile: “I don’t want to be a burden. But Jun doesn’t treat me as a burden. I believe in him.”
After months of patience, both sides of the family finally agreed. The wedding was simple but warm. Jun rebuilt their small house with his own hands, installing ramps, fixing everything so Liza could live independently. He also installed more railings and redesigned the bathroom. It was estimated that he spent over ₱400,000 — the money he had saved for 10 years working everywhere — just to make her life easier.
On the wedding night, the rain poured down. In the small room smelling of new wood, Jun led Liza onto the bed. He carefully removed her white lace wedding dress. His hands trembled — not out of lust, but because of overwhelming emotion. When the dress finally fell off, he paused.
It wasn’t because of her frail body. But because of every scar, every faint line running across her back and sides. The marks of three years of painful physical therapy, of silent falls, and also of tears in the middle of the night because she couldn’t turn over. Jun leaned down and hugged her tightly. Not a single word was uttered, but his tears wet her hair.
“Don’t you regret it?” – Liza asked softly, her voice fading. Jun shook his head, his lips gently touching her forehead: “No. I only regret… not coming sooner, to save you from a little pain. You are the greatest luck in my life.”
Liza burst into tears. Only now did she see herself through those eyes—no pity, no burden, only pure love. From that day on, every day was a new beginning. Jun was not only a husband but also a companion on Liza’s journey to recovery. He took her to physical therapy every week, learned how to cook her favorite dishes, tinkered with his own clothes hangers, and installed a small calling system next to her bed so she could call him if needed. For Liza, although she was still in a wheelchair, her eyes were brighter than any other woman’s. She started painting again — canvases full of life, full of light. She even opened an online art class for children, which she called: “Resurrection from Color.”
A year later, she started to feel her feet. Two years later, with extraordinary effort and love by her side, Liza learned to walk with crutches. After the first three steps, Jun hugged her and cried like a child. “Did you see?” – she laughed through her tears – “You really hit the jackpot.” He nodded, whispering, “And I wouldn’t trade it for any other prize, not even the whole world