I Fought for My Love with a 60-Year-Old Woman —
But on Our Wedding Night, the Truth That Came Out… Nearly Made My Knees Give Way.
My name is Eron. I’m 20 years old, 1.80 meters tall.
At my age, most of my friends are playing online games, riding motorcycles, and still looking for their “first love.”
But me?
I was the guy the entire neighborhood called “crazy” when they found out I was marrying a 60-year-old woman — Lola Celia.
She’s not called “Lola” because she has grandchildren.
It’s just a title of respect people use for her.
Elegant. Quiet. Mysterious. Wealthy — but never arrogant.
And me?
Son of a farmer.
No degree.
No savings.
I don’t even own a motorcycle.
But when I first met her…
when she gently asked if I wanted some water because I had burned myself welding…
I felt it immediately.
There was something about her —
deep, warm, and impossible to explain.
A Love They Couldn’t Understand
We grew close.
She taught me how to read financial books, speak English, and invest small amounts of money.
She gave me dreams I had never seen among people my age.
And yes…
I fell in love.
Not because of money.
Not because of her age.
But because her heart felt younger than the smell of the morning sun just rising.
But when I told my family?
“Eron, you’re embarrassing us!”
“You must be under a spell!”
“You want a mother, not a wife!”
“She’s just using you!”
I only said:
“Mom… you don’t know Celia.”
And even when the whole neighborhood laughed…
I didn’t back down.
I fought for her.
I married her.
Our Wedding Night
The ballroom was elegant.
There were violins, chandeliers, and flowers more expensive than the motorcycle I’d always dreamed of.
In the middle of all that…
Celia was the most beautiful woman in my eyes — even at sixty.
But there were things I didn’t quite understand.
So many bodyguards.
So many guests dressed in black.
And in one corner, a group of people who looked like they were guarding a powerful politician.
But I didn’t ask.
That night, it was just the two of us in a massive master bedroom that felt like a luxury hotel.
When she handed me an envelope containing one million pesos in cash and the keys to an SUV, I almost couldn’t breathe.
“Eron… this is my wedding gift to you,” she said.
I smiled and replied,
“I don’t need that, Celia.
You’re more than enough for me.”
Her lips trembled.
It was as if she was hiding something heavy.
“My child… I mean… Eron…”
“There’s something you need to know before you… fully accept me.”
I didn’t understand why she was shaking.
She slowly removed her blazer…
But before I could even take her hand, I suddenly froze.