After My Mother Passed Away, My Father Married Her Twin Sister — and at Their Wedding, My Grandmother Finally Revealed the Truth

A year after my mom died, my dad invited me to dinner.
“Just you, me, and Lena,” he said. Lena was my aunt—my mom’s identical twin.

She answered the door wearing my mother’s apron. The house looked exactly how my mom used to keep it. Too exact. At dinner, Lena anticipated my dad’s every move—his water, the salt, his habits.
Then he said it. “Lena and I are engaged.” I felt sick. People called it healing. Said my mom would’ve wanted this.
I stayed quiet—until my grandmother pulled me aside before the wedding. “She copied your mother,” she whispered. Old photos proved it. Journals too. After my mom died, Lena’s messages turned chilling:

He responds when I do things the way she did. It feels like I belong here. At the ceremony, I finally spoke up.

“Dad, this isn’t love. It’s replacement.” He looked at Lena. She hesitated. That was enough. “I can’t marry you,” he said. Lena whispered, “This was supposed to be my chance.” Some endings aren’t beautiful. Some are just honest. And sometimes, that has to be enough.