A poor student, out of desperation, married a 76-year-old wealthy woman, and a week after the wedding, the woman made him a strange proposal
23-year-old Artem could barely stand on his feet. His life had turned into an endless struggle for survival: his mother was seriously ill and hadn’t been able to work for years, and his little sister needed daily care, food, clothing, and school supplies.
All expenses—medications, medical treatments, bills, food—fell on the shoulders of one person. He worked wherever he could: as a courier, loader, and tutored other students, but money was catastrophically insufficient.

Debts grew, interest piled up, and every day Artem asked himself, “How much longer can I endure this?”
One day, a friend introduced him to an unusual woman. She was 76 years old, and despite her age, she retained a sharp mind, a sense of humor, and incredible charisma.
She turned out to be a billionaire, a woman accustomed to attention and luxury, but at the same time surprisingly lonely. On the first date, Artem realized that he was not dealing with just a rich elderly lady, but with a smart, confident woman who knew how to listen and appreciate her companion.
When she made him the unexpected proposal—to marry her—Artem couldn’t sleep for several nights. His heart said one thing, his mind another.
But before his eyes were his mother, who needed treatment, and his little sister, who was asking him for money for school supplies. The decision was not easy, but he agreed.
“I’ll live a few years with this elderly lady, but my mother and sister won’t lack anything,” he told himself, convincing himself he was making the right choice.
A week after the wedding, Artem had already gotten used to the calm, almost cold life in the huge mansion. He and his new wife slept in separate rooms, spoke rarely, mostly at breakfast or dinner—but never as a married couple.

One evening, she invited him to her office to make him an unusual proposal that left the young man in shock
Artem felt the tension. She was silent for a long time, looking at him over her glasses, and then said:
“I have no heirs. No husband, no children. And I fully understand why you married me. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You needed money, not me.”
Artem wanted to defend himself, but she raised her hand, not letting him say a word.
“Don’t rush. I do not judge you. On the contrary, I respect your honesty with yourself. That’s why I want to propose a deal. Until the end of my days, you will stay by my side. To everyone, we are husband and wife. But I do not demand intimacy or love from you. We will continue to sleep in separate rooms. However, one condition: you must be faithful to me. No other woman. No scandal. The slightest suspicion will be enough for you to receive nothing.”
She paused and added softly but firmly:

“And one more thing… do not wish for my death. If ever an examination determines that I died unnaturally, all your inheritance will go to charity. I don’t need a murderer, but a loyal companion. Just someone by my side so that I don’t feel lonely.”
Artem remained silent. His mind was a jumble of relief that he wouldn’t have to share a bed, fear of the strict conditions, and a strange respect for this woman, who seemed to have planned everything down to the smallest detail.
“Think about it, Artem. You will receive more than you have ever dreamed of. But only if you endure the test of time,” she concluded.
He understood that his answer would determine not only the fate of his family but his entire life.