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

It’s just my princess and me now.”

My heart pained, but the connection I felt to him wasn’t just about sympathy.

Matthew made me laugh. He had kind eyes and was respectful. When he asked for my number, I gave it to him without hesitation.

He never hid that he’d been struggling, either.

“Some days are still heavy,” he admitted during our fifth date.

“Grief isn’t linear, Matt.” I took his hand across the table. “And this — you and me — is bound to stir up complicated feelings. I understand.”

He looked me straight in the eye with this vulnerable, searching expression that was almost too much to handle.

Then he said something that shook my world.

“You’re amazing, Lila. It’s no wonder I’ve fallen head over heels for you.”

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