My Father Married My Aunt After My Mom’s Death – Then at the Wedding, My Brother Said, ‘Dad Isn’t Who He Pretends to Be’

“I didn’t tell you while I was still alive because I didn’t want my last months to be filled with fighting.

I was already tired. I was already in pain. I wanted my final days to be about love, not about uncovering betrayals.”

My chest tightened.

“I found out by accident.

Messages I wasn’t supposed to see. Dates that didn’t line up. Money that moved quietly, carefully, as if someone believed I would never notice.”

My hands began to shake.

“At first, I convinced myself I was wrong.

That fear was playing tricks on my mind.”

A pause. The paper rustled.

“But the truth doesn’t disappear just because you are too weak to face it. It wasn’t a stranger.

It was my own sister.”

I felt dizzy.

“I gave him one chance to be honest. I asked calmly.

I wanted to believe there was an explanation I could live with.”

Tears burned behind my eyes.

“He told me I was imagining things. That my illness made me suspicious. That I should rest.”

My brother’s voice cracked slightly as he kept reading.

“I believed him.

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