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I Married My Late Husband’s Best Friend – And On Our Wedding Night He Opened the Safe and Changed Everything
She gave me the kind of look only a grown child can give a parent.
I didn’t know what to do with that thought.
Part of me still felt like loving anyone after Peter was somehow disloyal. Like my heart had already had its one great love and there wasn’t room for anything else.
Dan never pushed. He never even hinted.
And that, I think, made it easier to admit the truth when it finally came.
A Porch, A Sunset, And A Confession
One evening, about four years after Peter’s accident, we were sitting on my back porch watching the sun sink behind the trees. He had brought Chinese food, I had poured us each a glass of wine.
Dan set his glass down and stared at his hands.
My heart started pounding.
“Dan…”
“I’m in love with you, Isabel.” His voice was quiet but steady. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time. And I know it’s complicated. I know Pete was my best friend. But it’s the truth.”
