Who Exactly Is My Husband?

She backed away from the three thugs, mentally questioning why she had decided to take such a route in a strange country.

Her husband had joined the long queue for the local bubble tea, and she had been bored. So she told him she was going to walk around while he waited in what seemed like a twenty-minute line.

He had nodded absently as he typed away on his phone. Since she had requested the trip, he had to work remotely, and she didn’t mind.

She had, however, gotten lost. Somehow, she thought that going through a narrow alley would lead her to the other side of the area where her husband was. But before she could get there, she saw them.

Three shady-looking men suddenly appeared, blocking her path.

She tried to go around them but quickly realised from their leering expressions that they had evil intentions. Panic rose in her chest as they closed in on her.

“I—I don’t want any trouble,” she said shakily, pulling out her wallet. “You can have my money, all of it.”

The one in front laughed.

“We don’t want your money, sweetheart. We want a taste of that foreign merch.”

Her heart pounded violently. She stepped back, whispering a desperate prayer in her heart as one of the men reached out to grab her.

Then, everything changed.

Instead of rough hands, she was met with a familiar scent — her husband’s cologne.

When she opened her eyes, she saw one of the thugs sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain. Her husband stood between her and the men, his jaw tight, his eyes blazing.

“My love, are you okay?” he asked, voice steady but laced with concern.

She could only stare at him in shock. This calm, quiet man she’d married just five months ago had taken down a thug with a single blow. Who exactly was he?

The remaining men exchanged glances. One sneered.

“Ah, so you’re the foreign merch’s husband. You’ve had your taste of the goods—we want ours too.”

The other chuckled darkly.

“I advise you to step down, or join us. There are three of us and only one of you.”

She found herself blurting out, pointing to the man on the ground,

“Actually, there are only two of you.”

Despite the fear, she still found a spark of humour in the moment.

Her husband didn’t reply. He simply took a fighting stance. His hands clenched into fists, and for the first time, she saw raw anger etch itself across his handsome face.

In what seemed like a split second, it was over. The men were on the ground, bruised and defeated.

His anger faded into concern.

“Come,” he said softly, taking her hand.

Still dazed, she followed him out of the alley to a safer street. Minutes later, a sleek black car arrived. Without a word, he guided her in.

They drove straight to the airport. He handled everything — the tickets, the luggage, the check-in — while she stayed silent, trying to process what had just happened.

Even after they boarded their first-class flight, she said nothing. He leaned toward her with a soft smile.

“Are you not going to speak to me for the rest of the trip? I understand it was frightening, but thank God you’re safe.”

“You think that is what has me riled up?” she shot back, but his faint smirk told her he was trying to ease her tension.

She huffed and turned away, but he gently took her hands, coaxing.

“Come on. Since you’ve already spoken, you might as well continue.”

She pulled her hands away but turned to face him again.

“I don’t think I know who you are. We’ve been married for five months. How come you’ve never told me you’re skilled in martial arts?”

He chuckled softly.

“It simply never came up. Besides, it’s a skill I never thought I’d ever have to use.”

She stared at him in disbelief.

“You’re talking like this is no big deal! So what other skills do you have that I don’t know about?”

He leaned back, thoughtful.

“Hmm… I’m not sure I remember them all. So please forgive me if I suddenly do something out of the ordinary.”

“What do you mean you don’t remember?” she asked, completely bewildered.

He sighed and gave a faint smile.

“You’ll recall that I once told you I used to crave validation—from my family, from people around me. Being the son of a wealthy man, I felt the pressure to become the perfect person everyone expected me to be. So I learned everything I could: played nearly every instrument, excelled in different sports, trained in martial arts, and studied a bit of every field so I could speak intelligently on any topic.”

She stared at him, mouth agape. She had always known he was intelligent and seemed to know a little about everything, but she never realized it all came from such deep insecurity.

He reached out and cupped her cheek.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’m not like that anymore. When I met Jesus, I learned that I didn’t need to earn His love. Everything about me changed. I still have all those skills, but I’ve laid them at His feet.”

“In the past, I was so proud of my achievements. I never said it out loud, but deep down, I looked down on others who weren’t as ‘accomplished’ as I was. It wasn’t until I became gravely ill—so close to death—that I realized how useless all those achievements were. That was when I started seeking the true meaning of life, something beyond mere existence. In that search, I found Christ—and my life found new purpose.”

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

Her husband blinked, confused, waiting for her to finish. When she finally caught her breath, he raised an eyebrow.

“May I ask what’s so funny?”

She smiled through her laughter.

“I just realized something. You have all these skills and wealth, and I’m just a graduate from a small local university. I have no special skills. My most outstanding quality is that I love Jesus—and because of that, I love people freely. Yet you fell in love with me and pursued me so relentlessly.”

“Now we’re married, and according to the Bible, you’re supposed to love me to the point of giving your life for me. I finally understand what it means when the Bible says we are more than conquerors. Jesus had everything—yet we, who did nothing, get to enjoy the victory He won.”

“In the same way, you worked hard, built your skills, and achieved so much, while I just… played through my childhood. Yet here I am, enjoying your love, your wealth, and the benefits of all your hard work. What a wonderful life I have.”

She leaned back with a contented sigh, her smile soft and genuine.

“Truly,” she whispered, “I am more than a conqueror.”