I Married a Widower with a Young Son – One Day, the Boy Told Me His Real Mom Still Lives in Our House

“My real mom still lives here,” my stepson whispered one night. I laughed it off, until I started noticing strange things around our home. When I married Ben, I thought I understood what it meant to step into the life of a widower. He had been so devoted to his late wife, Irene, and he was raising their seven-year-old son, Lucas, all on his own. I respected the deep love he still held for her, knowing it was tied to the memory of his first love and Lucas’ mother. I wasn’t here to replace her, just to create a new chapter for all of us….