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

Laura squeezed Dad’s hand harder. “We love each other. And we’re getting married.”

The words felt wrong—too fast, too practiced. I remember nodding, though I don’t recall deciding to. My brother said nothing. He just walked out.

Later that night, he called me.

“This isn’t right. None of it feels right.”

“It’s grief,” I replied automatically. “People do strange things.”

I’m not sure who I was trying to convince.

In the weeks that followed, everything happened quickly—and quietly. No announcements. No celebration. Just paperwork, appointments, and hushed conversations they assumed we couldn’t hear.

Laura tried a few times to involve me.

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