{"id":255,"date":"2024-11-02T09:34:41","date_gmt":"2024-11-02T09:34:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=255"},"modified":"2024-11-02T09:34:51","modified_gmt":"2024-11-02T09:34:51","slug":"i-married-my-fathers-friend-i-was-stunned-when-i-saw-what-he-started-doing-on-our-wedding-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/255","title":{"rendered":"I Married My Father\u2019s Friend \u2013 I Was Stunned When I Saw What He Started Doing on Our Wedding Night"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Amber had given up on love but sparks fly when she meets her father\u2019s old friend, Steve, at a BBQ. As their whirlwind romance leads to marriage, everything seems perfect. But on their wedding night, Amber discovers Steve has an unsettling secret that changes everything.\n

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I pulled up to my parents\u2019 house and stared at the line of cars parked across the lawn.\n\n

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\u201cWhat\u2019s this all about?\u201d I muttered, already bracing myself for whatever family surprise was waiting inside.\n\n

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I grabbed my purse, locked the car, and headed toward the house, hoping it was nothing too chaotic.\n\n

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As soon as I opened the door, the smell of grilled meat hit me, along with the sound of my dad\u2019s booming laugh. I walked into the living room and peeked out the back window.\n\n

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Of course, Dad was hosting some kind of impromptu BBQ. The whole backyard was filled with people, most of them from his auto repair shop.\n\n

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\u201cAmber!\u201d Dad\u2019s voice cut through my thoughts as he flipped a burger with that same apron he\u2019s had for years. \u201cC\u2019mon, grab a drink and join us. It\u2019s just the guys from work.\u201d\n\n

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I tried not to groan. \u201cLooks like the whole town\u2019s here,\u201d I mumbled, slipping off my shoes.\n\n

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Before I could join in the familiar, chaotic atmosphere, the doorbell rang. Dad tossed the spatula down and wiped his hands on his apron.\n\n

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\u201cThat must be Steve,\u201d he said, almost to himself. He glanced at me as he reached for the doorknob. \u201cYou haven\u2019t met him yet, right?\u201d\n\n

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Before I could even answer, Dad had already flung the door open.\n\n

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\u201cSteve!\u201d he boomed, giving the guy a solid clap on the back. \u201cCome on in, you\u2019re just in time. Oh, and meet my daughter, Amber.\u201d\n\n

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I looked up, and my heart skipped a beat.\n\n

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Steve was tall and a little rough around the edges in a ruggedly handsome way, with graying hair and eyes that somehow managed to be both warm and deep. He smiled at me, and I felt this strange flutter in my chest that I wasn\u2019t prepared for.\n\n

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\u201cNice to meet you, Amber,\u201d he said, offering his hand.\n\n

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His voice was calm and steady. I shook his hand, a little self-conscious about how I must look after driving for hours.\n\n

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\u201cNice to meet you, too.\u201d\n\n

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From that point on, I couldn\u2019t stop glancing at him. He was the kind of man who made everyone around him comfortable, always listening more than talking. I tried to focus on the conversations around me, but every time our eyes met, I felt this pull.\n\n

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It was ridiculous. I hadn\u2019t even been thinking about love or relationships for ages. Not after everything I\u2019d been through.\n\n

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I\u2019d pretty much given up on finding \u201cthe one\u201d and was more focused on work and family. But something about Steve made me want to reconsider, even though I wasn\u2019t ready to admit it.\n\n

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As the day wound down, I finally said my goodbyes and headed to my car. Of course, when I tried to start it, the engine sputtered and died.\n\n

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\u201cGreat,\u201d I groaned, slumping back in my seat. I considered going back inside to ask Dad for help, but before I could, there was a knock on my window.\n\n

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It was Steve.\n\n

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\u201cCar trouble?\u201d he asked, smiling as if this kind of thing happened every day.\n\n

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I sighed. \u201cYeah, it\u2019s not starting. I was just going to get my dad, but\u2026\u201d\n\n

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\u201cDon\u2019t worry about it. Let me take a look,\u201d he offered, already rolling up his sleeves.\n\n

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I watched him work, his hands moving with practiced ease. Within a few minutes, my car roared back to life. I hadn\u2019t even realized I was holding my breath until I exhaled.\n\n

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\u201cThere you go,\u201d he said, wiping his hands on a rag. \u201cShould be good now.\u201d\n\n

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I smiled, genuinely grateful. \u201cThanks, Steve. I guess I owe you one.\u201d\n\n

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He shrugged and gave me a look that made my stomach flip. \u201cHow about dinner? We can call it even.\u201d\n\n

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I froze for a second. Dinner? Was he asking me out?\n\n

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I felt that familiar flicker of doubt, the little voice in the back of my head reminding me of all the reasons I shouldn\u2019t say yes. But something in Steve\u2019s eyes made me want to take the chance.\n\n

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\u201cYeah, dinner sounds good.\u201d\n\n

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And just like that, I agreed. I never would\u2019ve imagined then that Steve was exactly the man I needed to heal my wounded heart\u2026 or how deeply he\u2019d hurt me, either.\n\n

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Six months later, I stood in front of the mirror in my childhood bedroom, staring at myself in a wedding dress. It was surreal, honestly. After everything I\u2019d been through, I didn\u2019t think this day would ever come.\n\n

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I was 39 years old, and I\u2019d given up on the whole fairy tale, but here I was \u2014 about to marry Steve.\n\n

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The wedding was small, just close family and a few friends, exactly what we wanted.\n\n

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I remember standing at the altar, looking into Steve\u2019s eyes, and feeling this overwhelming sense of calm. For the first time in a long time, I wasn\u2019t second-guessing anything.\n\n

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\u201cI do,\u201d I whispered, barely able to keep the tears from spilling over.\n\n

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\u201cI do,\u201d Steve said back, his voice thick with emotion.\n\n

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And just like that, we were husband and wife.\n\n

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That night, after all the congratulations and hugs, we finally got some alone time. Steve\u2019s house, our house now, was quiet, the rooms still unfamiliar to me. I slipped into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable, my heart full and light.\n\n

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But the minute I slipped back into the bedroom, I was greeted by a shocking sight.\n\n

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Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me, talking softly to someone\u2026\u00a0a someone who wasn\u2019t there!\n\n

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My heart skipped a beat.\n\n

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\u201cI wanted you to see this, Stace. Today was perfect\u2026 I just wish you could\u2019ve been here.\u201d His voice was soft, full of emotion.\n\n

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I stood frozen in the doorway, trying to make sense of what I was hearing.\n\n

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\u201cSteve?\u201d My voice sounded small, unsure.\n\n

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He turned around slowly, guilt flickering across his face.\n\n

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\u201cAmber, I\u2014\u201d\n\n

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I stepped closer, the air between us thick with unspoken words. \u201cWho\u2026 who were you talking to?\u201d\n\n

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He took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping. \u201cI was talking to Stacy. My daughter.\u201d\n\n

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I stared at him, the weight of his words slowly sinking in. He\u2019d told me he\u2019d had a daughter. I knew she had died. But I didn\u2019t know about\u2026 this.\n\n

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\u201cShe died in a car accident, with her mom,\u201d he continued, his voice strained. \u201cBut sometimes I talk to her. I know it sounds crazy, but I just\u2026 I feel like she\u2019s still here with me. Especially today. I wanted her to know about you. I wanted her to see how happy I am.\u201d\n\n

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I didn\u2019t know what to say. My chest felt tight and I couldn\u2019t quite catch my breath. Steve\u2019s grief was raw, a living thing between us, and it made everything feel heavy.\n\n

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But I didn\u2019t feel scared. I didn\u2019t feel angry. Just\u2026 so sad. Sad for him, for everything he\u2019d lost, and the way he\u2019d been carrying it all alone. His grief hurt me as though it were my own.\n\n

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I sat down beside him, my hand finding his. \u201cI get it,\u201d I said softly. \u201cI do. You\u2019re not crazy, Steve. You\u2019re grieving.\u201d\n\n

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He let out a shaky breath, looking at me with such vulnerability that it nearly broke my heart. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I should\u2019ve told you sooner. I just didn\u2019t want to scare you away.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re not scaring me away,\u201d I said, squeezing his hand. \u201cWe all have things that haunt us. But we\u2019re in this together now. We can carry this together.\u201d\n\n

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Steve\u2019s eyes welled up with tears, and I pulled him into a hug, feeling the weight of his pain, his love, his fear, all of it wrapped up in that moment.\n\n

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\u201cMaybe\u2026 maybe we can talk to someone about it. A therapist, maybe. It doesn\u2019t have to be just you and Stacy anymore.\u201d\n\n

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He nodded against my shoulder, his grip on me tightening. \u201cI\u2019ve thought about it. I just didn\u2019t know how to start. Thank you for understanding, Amber. I didn\u2019t know how much I needed this.\u201d\n\n

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I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, my heart swelling with a love deeper than I\u2019d ever known. \u201cWe\u2019ll figure it out, Steve. Together.\u201d\n\n

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And as I kissed him, I knew we would. We weren\u2019t perfect, but we were real, and for the first time, that felt like enough.\n\n

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But that\u2019s the thing about love, isn\u2019t it? It\u2019s not about finding some perfect person without any scars; it\u2019s about finding someone whose scars you\u2019re willing to share.\n\n

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n\n

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The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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