I Escaped to Grieve My Father — But the Man at the Beach House Knew Secrets He Shouldn’t

After my father died, I rented a beach house in the quiet town he used to escape to. I hoped to feel closer to him—but something felt off. The new owner, Nikolas, knew too much about me: my favorite flowers, allergies, even my favorite fruits.

One night, I found a mysterious photo of my father with a woman I didn’t recognize. Nikolas admitted he had placed it there—because the woman was his mother. Then came the truth: he was my half-brother. Our father had lived a secret second life.

Though shocked and hurt, I chose not to tell my mother. I kept in touch with Nikolas. The beach house, once full of secrets, became a place of healing—for two siblings who had never known they shared a father.

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