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

My aunt Laura sat beside my father—Mom’s younger sister. She looked stiff, hands tightly clasped, knees pressed together, eyes red as if she’d cried earlier, though not recently.

I remember thinking, Why is she here?

“I want to be honest with you both,” Dad finally said. “No secrets.”

That should have been my first warning.

Laura reached for his hand. He didn’t move away.

“I’ve met someone,” Dad said. “I didn’t expect it. I wasn’t looking.”

Robert frowned. “What are you saying?”

Dad hesitated. “Laura and I… we’re together.”

The room tilted. I stared at him, waiting for laughter. It never came.

“You’re… together?”

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