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I Married My Late Husband’s Best Friend – And On Our Wedding Night He Opened the Safe and Changed Everything
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He showed up in sweatpants and an old college T-shirt, toolbox in hand.
“I could’ve,” I answered, leaning on the counter. “But you’re cheaper.”
He laughed, that easy laugh I’d heard a thousand times. And something in my chest shifted.
After that, we slipped into a new rhythm.
Coffee on Sunday mornings.
Movies on Friday nights.
Long talks about kids, work, growing older, and how life rarely turns out the way we planned.
My kids picked up on it before I did.
“Mom,” my daughter said during winter break, “you know Dan is in love with you, right?”
I almost choked. “No, he is not. We’re just friends.”
