10/12/2025
I married my father’s friend — and on the night of our wedding, I couldn’t believe what he said: "I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner."
At 39, I’d had my share of relationships, but none left me feeling fulfilled. My confidence in love was low when my father’s friend Steve appeared for a visit.
Steve, at 48, was nearly a decade older but brought a sense of solace from our very first look.
We started dating, pleasing my father at the thought of Steve becoming his son-in-law. After six months together, Steve asked me to marry him. Our wedding was simple and beautiful. I wore the white dress I had always dreamed of and felt genuine happiness.
Following the ceremony, we went to Steve’s charming home. I ducked into the bathroom to wash up and slip out of the dress. When I went back to our room, I was STUNNED by the sight that awaited me.
"Steve?" I murmured, my voice unsure. ⬇️
