This is a story about how a M’sian woman’s past as a sugar baby came back to haunt her.
People like to think that they are always in control, that they can take what they need and walk away clean. I thought the same. But love has a way of ruining even the best-laid plans. This is a story about how my past as a sugar baby came back to haunt me, and my sugar daddy turned husband.
A Hunger for Something More
Back in the mid-2010s, I was just trying to survive—early 20s, juggling school, side jobs, and the pressure to make something of myself. I wanted more than just survival. I craved luxury—weekend getaways, fancy perfumes.
That hunger led me to a popular online sugar dating platform. It promised what I wanted: A mutually beneficial arrangement. No strings, just money for time, affection, and companionship. I filled in a profile, sent an application and was accepted.
I wore a red dress—one week’s salary—for the launch party and struck gold: A businessman named “Wei Jun” (anonymized).
Arrangement, No Expectations, No Strings
He wasn’t like the others. In his early 30s, sharp suit, serious eyes. He wanted no mess—just time, discretion, and intimacy. I agreed, telling myself I wouldn’t get attached.
At first, it was exactly as expected—dinners at rooftop restaurants, weekend stays in luxury hotels, surprise gifts. A monthly allowance, punctual and generous. No more overdue rent or skipping meals. For the first time in months, I could breathe.
Blurring of the Lines
But Wei Jun blurred the lines. He asked about my classes, listened to my dreams. He connected me with someone who could help when I struggled with an assignment. Slowly, without realizing it, he became invested in my life.
My Accident, Our Turning Point
We had been together for a few years and things were going well. Then I was involved in a severe car accident. I was young, foolish and wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. I woke up in a hospital room—bruised, broken. I expected that my mutually beneficial arrangement would end. Instead, Wei Jun stayed.
He paid for everything, sat by my bed, fed me when I couldn’t feed myself. He held my hand through every session. When I cried over my scars, he kissed each one, whispering, “You are beautiful.”
I remember one night. The pain was bearable, but the silence was unbearable. I felt stripped bare, no gloss, no control. Just a girl in a hospital gown who didn’t know who she was anymore. Wei Jun saw me, then held me. For the first time, I let myself be held—not out of strength, but because I wasn’t strong anymore.
Something Real
Somewhere in that year of recovery, our mutually beneficial arrangement faded. There was no discussion, no renegotiation. He was just… there. And I let him in. We fell into something real. Not because we said the words, but because we lived them. Day by day, moment by moment.
We got engaged three years later.
For a few months, everything felt perfect. We planned a small ceremony. Talked about where we’d settle down. Laughed about adopting cats or dogs. I thought we had made it.
The Scandal: Public Judgment
The scandal came from his sister. She found my old sugar dating profile complete with risque, almost boudoir style photos of me, together with a long-dead Instagram, and a FaceBook profile.
She didn’t come to us quietly. She screenshotted everything and sent it to everyone: Parents, friends, and colleagues. No context. Just raw, damning images. The backlash was immediate. “Gold digger.” “Manipulator.” “Slut.” “She played you.”
My mother called me a disgrace. My father hasn’t spoken to me since. His family was just as harsh. They begged him to leave me. His brother laughed. His sister said he ruined his future. But he chose me: He cut them off. Financially. Emotionally. He left their WhatsApp group. Stopped attending family dinners. They called him ungrateful, foolish, blind. But he chose me.
And that’s when I truly knew.
Our Escape to a New Beginning
We moved to Johor. Far from Penang, far from Selangor, far from the whispers. We started over with nothing but what we had saved. We both found jobs, and then we bought a modest house. It wasn’t the luxury life we had before, but it was ours.
At night, we had a ritual. After dinner, we’d make two mugs of teh tarik and sit on the tiny porch of our house on two plastic chairs. The view was of the fence, but it was ours. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we just listened to the crickets. And every night, before we went in, one of us would say, “We’re okay, right?” And the other would nod, because even when the world felt like it had abandoned us, we had that moment. We had each other and our home.
Holding On
It wasn’t easy. There were nights I thought of leaving for his sake. But every time, he held me and said, “You are not my mistake. You are my choice.”
I used to think strength meant staying detached. That if I held tight to my heart and kept things transactional,I’d never get hurt. But real strength wasn’t in control. It was in letting go. In letting someone see me – scars and fears -and staying anyway.
That’s what love did. It stripped away the safety nets and asked me to risk everything. And in that risk, I found something unbreakable.
The Aftermath: Rebuilding
His parents speak to him now, once in a while—polite, distant. His siblings don’t speak to him at all. My parents? To them, I don’t exist anymore. I sometimes wonder what I’d say. Would I explain myself? Would I apologize? No. I’d just tell them I’m fine. And that I’m happy. I don’t need their approval anymore.
The irony? When I was in the hospital, the bill for my treatment would have ruined my parents. But they accepted when Wei Jun took the burden off their shoulders and paid. Discovering my “Sugar Daddy” was paying, made me the family disgrace.
Still, I don’t regret it. Because it led me to him. I chose him too. Every day, despite everything.
Conclusion: A Warning
So now, you know my story, and how charm and confidence couldn’t hide that my heart was already tangled in feelings I pretended were not there. Yes, I was a Sugar Baby. Yes, my husband was my Sugar Daddy. And yes, we fell in love. Real love. The kind that costs you but is worth fighting for.
I have been asked if it was all worth it. For me, the answer is a resounding yes. It is. But before going all in…before you let your heart decide…I have one piece of advice: When you both know it’s real, and the time is right, no doubts or shame: Delete the old accounts.
All of them.
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