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

A brittle laugh escaped me—sharp and unsteady.

“So this wedding, all of it—”

“They think they’ve already won,” Robert said.

The door opened.

“Claire?” my father called. “Are you okay in there?”

Robert folded the letter and slid it back into the envelope.

“Yes,” I said. “We’ll be out in a moment.”

The door closed again.

I swallowed. “What do we do?”

Outside, the music swelled.

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