
He married a woman 19 years older than him because she was “experienced and deep,” but on their first night together, he was sh0cked when his wife didn’t even touch him. At 3 a.m., when he woke up to take a bath, he found out the real reason…
Nam, 26, is known in his gang as a “man of principles.”
He’s not obsessed with young or beautiful women, but with women with life experience.
So when he married Ms. Ngoc, 44, everyone was surprised.
This is a former creative director, charismatic, intelligent, and knows how to understand a man — the reason Nam said yes to marriage after only two months of dating.
“Some people look for a young wife, but I — I prefer to love someone older.”
“She has experience, has depth… She is the only woman who truly understands me.”
That is Nam’s greatest pride in their marriage.
Honeymoon night.
Nam was excited — put on pajamas, waiting for Ngoc in bed.
She quietly entered, wearing a long and elegant nightgown, still wearing makeup, her hair neatly done. She sat on the edge of the bed, just smiled, without saying a word.
Then, she lay down on her back, facing the wall.
Hours passed… until 3 a.m., Nam woke up because she had to pee.
He quietly got out of bed, turned on the bathroom light — and from there, He noticed something strange.
When he came out, he passed by the small study at the end of the hallway. He heard a faint rustling.
The door wasn’t locked, so he slowly opened it.
He saw Ngoc — still wearing the same nightgown, no makeup, her hair messy.
In front of her was an old photo: a girl about six years old, and a man hugging it, smiling.
Ngoc was surprised, but immediately smiled sadly.
“You haven’t slept yet?” she asked softly.
Nam came closer. “I thought… you were just tired.”
Ngoc was silent for a moment before speaking:
“He died ten years ago. Since then… I haven’t slept well in another man’s room.”
Nam stopped.
Ngoc stared at him, her eyes tired but gentle:
“I didn’t marry you to fill the void. I just wanted… to learn to start over. But it seems… my heart is still stuck in the past.”
That’s when he understood.
The “experience” he admired — it wasn’t the woman’s charisma, but wounds that hadn’t healed yet.
He slowly approached, and draped his jacket over Ngoc’s shoulder.
“It’s okay. I’ll wait… until you’re ready.”
Ngoc bowed, tears streaming down the old photo.
It was the wedding night, but nothing happened as Nam had imagined.
Instead, they spent the night side by side — a person who had learned to love again, and a person who had learned to understand that true maturity is not only knowing how to love… but also knowing how to wait.