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

The cake was about to be cut.

And my father had no idea his celebration was moments away from becoming a reckoning.
We walked back into the reception together. Dad noticed us right away and smiled, visibly relieved.

“There you are. I was beginning to worry.”

“We need to talk,” I said.

His smile wavered. “Can it wait?”
“No.”

Nearby conversations fell silent. Laura stiffened.

My brother stepped forward. “Mom knew. About everything.”

“Knew what?” Dad asked.

I raised the envelope. “She knew about you and her sister. She knew about the child. And she knew why you stayed.”

Laura whispered his name.

“Stop.”

Dad gave a brief, uneasy laugh. “You’re wrong.”

“No,” I said calmly. “You are.”

Robert continued. “She changed the will. Everything goes to us. You get nothing.”

The color drained from Dad’s face. “That’s not possible.”

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