Everyone called me crazy for marrying a 60-year-old woman,” but on our wedding night, I saw a mark on her shoulder

The Fabricated Grave

I stood frozen, my mind racing, trying to stitch together the fragmented pieces of a reality that was rapidly tearing at the seams.

“If you’re my aunt, why did you marry me?” My voice rose, hysterical and sharp. “Why would you put me through this? Why did you let me fall in love with you?! This is sick! This is incestuous!”