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’

Robert didn’t stop walking until we were almost outside. The music faded behind us.

Laughter spilled through the open doors. Someone clinked a glass and cheered. It felt obscene.

“What is going on?” I hissed.

“You missed the ceremony. You look like you ran here.”

“I almost didn’t come,” he said. His hand was shaking when he finally let go of my arm.

“I was told not to.”

Robert glanced back at the reception hall, then lowered his voice. “Mom.”

I stared at him.

“I’m not joking. I swear to you.”

“You’re saying Mom told you something… after she died?”

“No,” he replied quickly.

“Before.”

We stood near a row of coat racks, half-hidden by tall plants. People passed nearby, smiling, unaware that my entire body felt like it was about to collapse.

“A lawyer called me this morning. I almost didn’t answer.

I thought it was spam.”

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