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

“It is,” I replied. “And it’s already done.”

Laura stepped back from him. “You told me it was handled.”

I looked at both of them. “This wedding didn’t secure your future. It exposed the truth.”

We left without saying goodbye.

Months later, Laura left him too. Love, it turns out, fades fast when there’s nothing left to inherit.

Mom was right. She didn’t fight while she was dying. She won—quietly.