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I Married My Husband in the House He Shared with His Late Wife – but on Our Wedding Night, I Found a Letter Taped Inside My Nightstand
“I’ve fallen head over heels for you.”
“I’d like to try,” I replied.
When she started calling me “Miss Lila” in that shy, hopeful voice, I started to believe I could be the person who stepped into the hole in her life.
And when Matthew proposed, I accepted without a second thought.
If only I’d known then that Matthew was hiding a huge secret.
Matthew was hiding a huge secret.
Our wedding was small and simple. Family and friends witnessed the promise we made to each other, and celebrated with us afterward.
At the end of the evening, we drove back to his house. Our house now, right? It was the same home he’d shared with his wife before she passed. I told myself it didn’t bother me.
We were starting fresh.
I told myself it didn’t bother me.
I noticed something strange almost immediately. It was a corner of old paper taped to the underside of the drawer with a strip of Scotch tape. I pulled the drawer out further.
It was an envelope.
I noticed something strange almost immediately.
I carefully peeled off the tape and pulled it out. The paper was old, and there was beautiful, feminine handwriting on the front. My breath caught in my throat when I finally made out the words.
“If you’re reading this, he didn’t tell you the truth.”
My stomach flipped. What truth?
I opened the envelope and pulled out the folded page inside.
My mind was already racing, and the first line of the letter did nothing to ease it.
“I know my time is running out. And if Matthew has remarried, I’m praying you found this letter before he hid the rest of what happened to me.”
Time running out? Matthew’s late wife must’ve written this letter, but she’d died in a car accident… he’d never told me anything more than that.
Before I could read any further, a loud crash echoed from the hallway.
“I’m praying you found this letter before he hid the rest of what happened to me.”
It was a glass-shattering sound. Mia squealed — a scared, high-pitched noise.
I could hear Matthew distantly, already reassuring her.
“It’s alright, sweetie. Don’t worry. Something must’ve just fallen.” Then he called out, his voice slightly strained, “Lila? Can you check what that was?”
Startled, I shoved the envelope back in the drawer and rushed out of the room.
“Lila? Can you check what that was?”
I scanned the hall, ignored the living room since that’s where Matthew was sitting with Mia, trying to calm her, and went into the kitchen. Shards of broken glass lay on the floor in front of the sink.
“It’s just a broken glass,” I called out. “I’ll clean it up.”
I grabbed a dustpan and a broom and started sweeping up the mess, but my mind was still on the letter I’d found in the drawer.
