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

I nodded. He broke the seal. The paper inside was carefully folded, the handwriting neat and painfully familiar.

“It begins like a goodbye,” Robert said softly. “She wrote it knowing she wouldn’t be here to explain.”

He took a steady breath and started reading.

“My sweet children. If you are reading this, then my fears were real. And it also means I did not live long enough to protect you myself.”

I clapped a hand over my mouth.

“I didn’t tell you while I was alive because I didn’t want my last months consumed by conflict. I was already exhausted. I was already in pain. I wanted my final days filled with love, not spent exposing betrayals.”

My chest tightened.

“I discovered it by accident. Messages I was never meant to see. Dates that didn’t add up. Money moving quietly, carefully, as if someone assumed I would never notice.”

My hands trembled.

“At first, I convinced myself I was mistaken. That fear was distorting my thoughts.”

A pause. The paper rustled.

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