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I Married My Fatherâs Friend â I Was Stunned When I Saw What He Started Doing on Our Wedding Night

Amber had given up on love but sparks fly when she meets her fatherâs 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.
I pulled up to my parentsâ house and stared at the line of cars parked across the lawn.
âWhatâs this all about?â I muttered, already bracing myself for whatever family surprise was waiting inside.

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I grabbed my purse, locked the car, and headed toward the house, hoping it was nothing too chaotic.
As soon as I opened the door, the smell of grilled meat hit me, along with the sound of my dadâs booming laugh. I walked into the living room and peeked out the back window.
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.

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âAmber!â Dadâs voice cut through my thoughts as he flipped a burger with that same apron heâs had for years. âCâmon, grab a drink and join us. Itâs just the guys from work.â
I tried not to groan. âLooks like the whole townâs here,â I mumbled, slipping off my shoes.
Before I could join in the familiar, chaotic atmosphere, the doorbell rang. Dad tossed the spatula down and wiped his hands on his apron.

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âThat must be Steve,â he said, almost to himself. He glanced at me as he reached for the doorknob. âYou havenât met him yet, right?â
Before I could even answer, Dad had already flung the door open.
âSteve!â he boomed, giving the guy a solid clap on the back. âCome on in, youâre just in time. Oh, and meet my daughter, Amber.â
I looked up, and my heart skipped a beat.

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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 wasnât prepared for.
âNice to meet you, Amber,â he said, offering his hand.
His voice was calm and steady. I shook his hand, a little self-conscious about how I must look after driving for hours.
âNice to meet you, too.â

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From that point on, I couldnât 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.
It was ridiculous. I hadnât even been thinking about love or relationships for ages. Not after everything Iâd been through.
Iâd pretty much given up on finding âthe oneâ and was more focused on work and family. But something about Steve made me want to reconsider, even though I wasnât ready to admit it.

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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.
âGreat,â 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.
It was Steve.
âCar trouble?â he asked, smiling as if this kind of thing happened every day.

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I sighed. âYeah, itâs not starting. I was just going to get my dad, butâŚâ
âDonât worry about it. Let me take a look,â he offered, already rolling up his sleeves.
I watched him work, his hands moving with practiced ease. Within a few minutes, my car roared back to life. I hadnât even realized I was holding my breath until I exhaled.

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âThere you go,â he said, wiping his hands on a rag. âShould be good now.â
I smiled, genuinely grateful. âThanks, Steve. I guess I owe you one.â
He shrugged and gave me a look that made my stomach flip. âHow about dinner? We can call it even.â
I froze for a second. Dinner? Was he asking me out?

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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 shouldnât say yes. But something in Steveâs eyes made me want to take the chance.
âYeah, dinner sounds good.â
And just like that, I agreed. I never wouldâve imagined then that Steve was exactly the man I needed to heal my wounded heart⌠or how deeply heâd hurt me, either.

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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 Iâd been through, I didnât think this day would ever come.
I was 39 years old, and Iâd given up on the whole fairy tale, but here I was â about to marry Steve.
The wedding was small, just close family and a few friends, exactly what we wanted.

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I remember standing at the altar, looking into Steveâs eyes, and feeling this overwhelming sense of calm. For the first time in a long time, I wasnât second-guessing anything.
âI do,â I whispered, barely able to keep the tears from spilling over.
âI do,â Steve said back, his voice thick with emotion.
And just like that, we were husband and wife.

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That night, after all the congratulations and hugs, we finally got some alone time. Steveâs 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.
But the minute I slipped back into the bedroom, I was greeted by a shocking sight.
Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me, talking softly to someone⌠a someone who wasnât there!

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My heart skipped a beat.
âI wanted you to see this, Stace. Today was perfect⌠I just wish you couldâve been here.â His voice was soft, full of emotion.
I stood frozen in the doorway, trying to make sense of what I was hearing.
âSteve?â My voice sounded small, unsure.
He turned around slowly, guilt flickering across his face.

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âAmber, Iââ
I stepped closer, the air between us thick with unspoken words. âWho⌠who were you talking to?â
He took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping. âI was talking to Stacy. My daughter.â
I stared at him, the weight of his words slowly sinking in. Heâd told me heâd had a daughter. I knew she had died. But I didnât know about⌠this.

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âShe died in a car accident, with her mom,â he continued, his voice strained. âBut sometimes I talk to her. I know it sounds crazy, but I just⌠I feel like sheâs still here with me. Especially today. I wanted her to know about you. I wanted her to see how happy I am.â
I didnât know what to say. My chest felt tight and I couldnât quite catch my breath. Steveâs grief was raw, a living thing between us, and it made everything feel heavy.
But I didnât feel scared. I didnât feel angry. Just⌠so sad. Sad for him, for everything heâd lost, and the way heâd been carrying it all alone. His grief hurt me as though it were my own.

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I sat down beside him, my hand finding his. âI get it,â I said softly. âI do. Youâre not crazy, Steve. Youâre grieving.â
He let out a shaky breath, looking at me with such vulnerability that it nearly broke my heart. âIâm sorry. I shouldâve told you sooner. I just didnât want to scare you away.â
âYouâre not scaring me away,â I said, squeezing his hand. âWe all have things that haunt us. But weâre in this together now. We can carry this together.â

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Steveâs 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.
âMaybe⌠maybe we can talk to someone about it. A therapist, maybe. It doesnât have to be just you and Stacy anymore.â
He nodded against my shoulder, his grip on me tightening. âIâve thought about it. I just didnât know how to start. Thank you for understanding, Amber. I didnât know how much I needed this.â

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I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, my heart swelling with a love deeper than Iâd ever known. âWeâll figure it out, Steve. Together.â
And as I kissed him, I knew we would. We werenât perfect, but we were real, and for the first time, that felt like enough.
But thatâs the thing about love, isnât it? Itâs not about finding some perfect person without any scars; itâs about finding someone whose scars youâre willing to share.

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Hereâs another story: Emmaâs world shatters when Steveâs ex, Susan, interrupts the ceremony to announce that sheâs dying and beg Steve to spend her last six months with her. Shocked and betrayed, Emma demands answers, only to find Steve torn between his past and their future.
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.
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 âas is,â and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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