He slept with a 60-year-old woman to save his dying mother. What he discovers later changes him…
He thought it would only be one night, but what he didn’t know was that that night would change his life forever.
Raúl, 25, lives in a working-class neighborhood in Bamaco. He had finished his studies two years ago, but had never found a stable job. His mother was terminally ill, and the hospital bills kept piling up.
As the only son in the family, with two younger sisters still in school, he decided to learn plumbing and started doing odd jobs here and there to survive.
One day he received a call for an urgent repair at a luxury villa. He arrived immediately. When he opened the door, he found himself face to face with an elegant and very beautiful woman in her sixties. Her name was Raquel, a very influential figure in the country’s political and media circles.
She looked him up and down.
“Are you the plumber?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll do a good job. You can count on me.”
Raúl repaired the toilet perfectly.
Impressed, she paid him. He thanked her, but noticed the transfer was a very large amount.
“Excuse me, you sent me more than we agreed on.”
Raquel looked at him in surprise. “You’re the first person to tell me that. Everyone else just keeps the money without saying a word.
“That’s not my style, ma’am.”
She smiled and told him he could consider the extra money a reward, a bonus for his honesty.
He thanked her, but just as he was about to leave, she called after him. “Raúl, spend the night with me.”
The young man thought he’d misheard. “Ma’am, did I hear you right?”
“One night, and I can give you anything you want. A house, a car, money.”
Raúl froze. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”
“Why? Do you want to save your mother?”
“Just one night is enough.”
“No, I’m not that kind of man. Excuse me.”
And he left. His rejection struck Raquel to the core. She had always been courted for her money, never for who she was. Divorced four times, humiliated, betrayed, and robbed—her last ex-husband had stolen all her belongings on their wedding night. And now a young stranger, poor and desperate, was rejecting her. That very night, she called him.
“Good evening, Raúl. It’s Raquel.”
“Good evening, ma’am.”
“I’d like to invite you to lunch.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not available. I can pay you. Tell me how much you want. It’s not about the money.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
And he hung up. His friend Esteban heard it and was furious.
“Are you crazy? Your mother is in the hospital. You’re rejecting the help of a rich woman. Perhaps God is sending you a blessing.”
Raúl was filled with doubt. What if Esteban was right? What if it was a test, a sign from fate? Finally, he called Raquel and agreed to meet her at an elegant restaurant.
When he arrived, he found himself alone with her. She had booked the entire place and greeted him warmly. Raúl didn’t even dare look her in the eye.
“How old are you, Raúl?”
“25, ma’am.”
“And you?”
“60, but I already know. I’ve done my research on you.”
Raúl frowned. “Why me?”
“Because you’re honest. You touched me. You don’t want my money. You treated me with respect. You reminded me what it’s like to be loved.” Then she opened up. “I’ve been betrayed. I’ve been humiliated.
I’ve been used. All my life I’ve had money and recognition, but never love at my age. I just want to feel what it’s like to be loved.”
Raúl was speechless. She asked him if he had children. “No.”
She told him she had an adopted daughter, María, 23, whom she had raised alone. Then Raúl stood up, walked over to her, and kissed her.
“Is that a yes?” Raquel asked, confused. He nodded, and that’s how their story began.
That night Raquel didn’t sleep alone. For the first time in years, she felt sincere arms around her, tender gestures. He said softly, “I may not be rich, but I’m yours.”
The days passed, and they saw each other more and more, first discreetly, then publicly. Raúl regained her trust.
Raquel loved him as she had never loved before and returned everything in abundance. His mother was transferred to a private clinic. They took care of his sisters’ education, and Raúl even began managing projects with Raquel’s contacts, but the most precious thing was the love they shared.
One day Raúl looked at her and said, “I want to marry you.” She laughed, thinking it was a joke. He insisted and decided to propose on her birthday. In front of all her friends and colleagues, he knelt and pulled out a ring. “Raquel, will you marry me?” The room fell silent. Whispers began. Seriously, she’s the same age as her mother. It’s not love, it’s self-interest.
But Raquel only saw one thing: Raúl’s respect.
And she said yes. She slipped on the ring. Tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks. He embraced her. The world around them blurred, but in Raúl’s mind, a question gnawed at him like poison. “Would I love her if I were poor?” He tortured himself, but deep down he knew he did, that he loved her.
One day he decided to introduce her to his family. His mother, now recovered, lived in a house Raquel had bought. Raúl’s sisters were excited.
“Our brother’s fiancée is here. Our sister-in-law will be beautiful.”
The car stopped. Raquel stepped out, elegant as a queen, and suddenly, silence.
Raúl’s sisters froze. “Who is she?”
Raúl smiled awkwardly.
“No. I present to you Raquel, the woman of my life.”
