After My Wife Died, I Fell in Love Again—Then My Little Daughter Pointed at My New Wife During Dinner and Whispered, “She’s a Monster.”

became something neither of us wanted to end.

On our third date, I told Claire about Sarah.

Everything.

Even the guilt I still carried every single morning.

I told Claire about Sarah.

When I finished, she reached across the table.

“You don’t have to stop loving Sarah.”

I looked at her.

“I don’t?”

She smiled sadly. “Love doesn’t work that way, Paxton.”

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