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’

Eyes red like she’d been crying, but not recently.

I remember thinking, Why is she here?

“I want to be honest with you both,” Dad finally said. “I don’t want secrets.”

That should have been my first warning.

Laura reached for his hand. He let her.

“I’ve found someone,” Dad said.

“And I didn’t expect it. I wasn’t looking for it.”

Robert frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Dad swallowed.

“Laura and I… we’re together.”

The room tilted. I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. None came.

“We didn’t plan this,” Laura said quickly.

“Please believe that. Grief just… does things to people.”

Dad nodded. “We leaned on each other.

We understood the same pain. One thing led to another.”

My brother stood up. “You’re saying this three months after Mom died.

Three months.”

“I know how it sounds,” Dad replied. “But life is short. Losing your mother taught me that.”

That sentence burned.

I wanted to scream that she was the one who lost her life. Not him.

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