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’

“She believed they were waiting,” Robert finally said. “Waiting for her to die. Waiting to be together openly.

Waiting to inherit what she built.”

I stood up so fast the chair scraped loudly.

“No! That’s not—”

“She didn’t expose them. She planned.

She rewrote her will. Quietly. Legally.

Everything goes to us.”

I stared at him. “Dad gets nothing. Laura gets nothing.”

A laugh bubbled out of me.

Sharp. Unsteady.

“So this wedding, this whole thing—”

“They think they’ve won,” Robert said.

The door suddenly opened.

“Claire?” my father’s voice called. “Are you okay in here?”

Robert folded the letter and slid it back into the envelope.

“Yes,” I called back.

“We’ll be right out.”

The door closed again.

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