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

His smile faltered. “Can it wait?”

“No.”

Nearby conversations hushed. Laura went rigid.

My brother stepped forward. “Mom knew. About all of it.”

“Knew what?” Dad asked.

I lifted the envelope. “She knew about you and her sister. She knew about the child. And she knew why you stayed.”

Laura whispered his name.

“Stop.”

Dad let out a short laugh. “You’re mistaken.”

“No,” I said evenly. “You are.”

Robert went on. “She changed the will. Everything goes to us. You get nothing.”

The color drained from Dad’s face. “That’s impossible.”

“It isn’t,” I replied. “It’s already been done.”

Laura stepped away from him. “You said it was taken care of.”

I looked at both of them. “This wedding didn’t secure your future. It revealed the truth.”

We left without a goodbye.

Months later, Laura left him as well. Love, it turns out, disappears quickly when there’s nothing left to inherit.

Mom was right. She didn’t battle while she was dying. She won—quietly.