I Married My Late Husband’s Best Friend – And On Our Wedding Night He Opened the Safe and Changed Everything

I am 41 years old, and there are mornings when I still sit at the edge of my bed and wonder how on earth my life turned into a story about marrying my late husband’s best friend and finding a second chance at love.

For almost twenty years, I was Peter’s wife. Not in a glamorous, fairy-tale way, but in the ordinary, steady way that real life usually looks. We raised two children, argued about the electric bill, worried about college costs, and fell asleep on the couch halfway through movies. It was simple and imperfect and exactly what we wanted.

Now our son is 19 and off studying engineering somewhere out west. Our daughter just turned 21 and chose a college as far east as she could find, mostly, I suspect, to prove she could stand on her own.

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