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

“We never planned this,” Laura said quickly. “Please understand. Grief just… changes people.”
Dad nodded. “We leaned on each other. We lost the same person. It just happened.”

My brother stood up abruptly. “You’re telling us this three months after Mom died. Three months.”

“I know how it sounds,” Dad said softly. “But life is short. Losing your mother showed me that.”

That sentence cut deeper than anything else. I wanted to scream that she was the one who lost her life—not him.

Instead, I stayed silent.

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