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I Married My Late Husband’s Best Friend – And On Our Wedding Night He Opened the Safe and Changed Everything
He never made it about his own grief.
He never asked for credit.
One evening, a few months after the funeral, I watched him unscrew a dead hallway bulb.
“You don’t have to keep doing all this,” I said, feeling guilty. “I can change a lightbulb, you know.”
“I know,” he replied, still working. “But Pete would’ve done it for me.”
That was the end of the discussion. No drama. Just a simple truth.
When Friendship Slowly Turned Into Something Else
The feelings didn’t arrive like a lightning strike. They slipped in quietly, so gently I didn’t recognize them at first.
Three years passed.
Dan started coming around less often, giving me space I hadn’t realized I needed.
Then, one night around 11 p.m., my kitchen sink started leaking. I could have shut off the water and waited until morning to call a plumber.
Instead, I grabbed my phone and called Dan.
