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 swallowed hard. “What do we do?”

… The music swelled outside.

The cake was about to be cut.

And my father had no idea his celebration was about to turn into a reckoning.

We walked back into the reception together.

Dad saw us immediately. He smiled, relieved.

“There you are. I was starting to worry.”

“We need to talk,” I said.

His smile faded a little.

“Can it wait?”

People nearby went quiet. Laura stiffened.

My brother stepped forward. “Mom knew.

About everything.”

“Knew what?”

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