I Married My Father’s Friend — On Our Wedding Night, He Said, “I’m Sorry. I Should’ve Told You Sooner” At 39, after several failed relationships, I met Steve, my father’s friend, who was 48. From the moment we met, I felt an immediate connection. Six months later, Steve proposed, and we had a simple, beautiful wedding.
After the ceremony, as I returned to our room, I found Steve sitting on the bed, holding a photograph of a woman who looked remarkably like me. He told me, “This was my wife, Lydia. She passed away ten years ago. You remind me so much of her.” Stunned, I asked, “You married me because I look like her?” Steve quickly assured me that while he had initially been drawn to the resemblance,
