I Married My Husband in the House He Shared with His Late Wife – but on Our Wedding Night, I Found a Letter Taped Inside My Nightstand

“You can trust me, Mia.” I kissed the top of her head.

She jumped down from her chair and took my hand.

She led me toward the basement stairs. I followed her.

Mia pointed toward a large, unlabeled plastic storage tub.

I lifted the lid. Inside were pieces of plastic tubing, boxes of prescription vials with dates from two years ago, and a portable oxygen concentrator.

Mia’s mother hadn’t died in a car accident. She’d been sick.

But that wasn’t the last of the surprises Mia had in store for me.

Mia tugged on my dress. When I turned, she held out the letter I’d found in the drawer!

“This is Mommy’s.” She sniffed.

“I know her letters. I took it to help keep Daddy’s secret. I’m sorry, Miss Lila.”

My eyes widened.

Mia took it? My fear of a sinister Matthew had been misplaced. This five-year-old child, in an act of misguided love, had been the one hiding the truth.

I took the letter from the envelope and started reading.

If you’re reading this, then Matthew couldn’t bear to tell you the truth.

I’ve been sick for over a year.

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