My Father Married My Aunt After My Mom Died — Then at the Wedding, My Brother Said, “Dad Isn’t Who He Pretends to Be”

“Found out what?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled a thick, cream-colored envelope from inside his jacket—sealed.

“She wrote this after she knew she was dying. She told him to keep it until the right moment.”

I couldn’t look away from the envelope.

“What’s inside?”

“The truth about Dad.”

I let out a shaky laugh. “Dad stayed. He took care of her. He showed up every single day.”
“That’s what she thought too,” my brother replied quietly.

“Read it,” I murmured.

“I can’t. Not here. Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because once you know, there’s no turning back.”

A wave of laughter burst from inside. Someone called my name.

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