I Married My Father’s Best Friend—On Our Wedding Night, He Opened a Locked Door and Destroyed Everything I Thought I Knew

not what you think.”

“What do I think? That this is a shrine to your dead wife?”

“That I kept her instead of choosing you.”

I looked at the made bed.

“Didn’t you?”

“No,” he said. “You’re the reason I opened the door.”

“That sounds lovely. It also answers nothing.”

The Secret

I moved past him before he could explain.

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