My mother-in-law passed away unexpectedly after a brief illness. A few weeks later, I found a letter from her right under her bed.
She wrote it to me, and I was horrified to find out that my husband wasn’t biologically hers—and now, I’m left wondering if I should tell him the truth, or if it’s better left buried forever.
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I WANTED TO FIND A WIFE FOR MY WIDOWED DAD AND TESTED THEM — ONLY ONE PASSED. Since Mom had passed, Dad had been lonely. So, I took matters into my own hands — proposing to women on his behalf with my bottle cap ring. Most laughed. Some asked what made him special. I told them — he was kind, funny, and always kept his promises. Then came the dealbreaker: “And what does your dad do?” “HE’S A DRIVER.” That’s when their smiles faded. One redhead scoffed, rolled her eyes at his picture, and sneered, “Driver, huh?! Not good enough for me.” Then she walked away. But that charity night he took me to changed everything. Dad was finally talking to someone. I smiled — until my stomach dropped. HER. That REDHEAD. No. No way. I stormed over and grabbed Dad’s sleeve. “Dad, stop. She’s not the one.” HER: “Excuse me?” ME: “Forgot me? I proposed earlier.” Her face stiffened. “You little brat.” I bet she regretted it a lot. Yes, he was rich. That’s why I tested them all. Before Dad could react, I said, “I know who you should be with.” I pointed. Dad turned — his eyes widened, and he whispered, “NO. WAY.” ⬇Story continues in the first comment👇🏻
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