I Married My First Love at Sixty-One—But on Our Wedding Night, Her Secret Shattered Everything

I’m Richard, sixty-one this year. My wife passed away eight years ago, and since then, my life had felt like a long corridor of silence. My children were kind enough to check in now and then, but their lives spun too fast for me to keep up. They came with envelopes of money, dropped off medicine, and left again.

I thought I had made peace with loneliness—until one night, scrolling through Facebook, I saw a name I never expected to see again: Anna Whitmore.