"You know, if you had a son instead of a daughter, you'd be divorced by now. That woman would’ve seduced him within the month."Aunt Marie’s voice sliced through the dimly lit dining room like a serrated knife. Her judgmental tone coated the air, and the room fell quiet.Dorya’s fork froze midair. She blinked, hard. The roast chicken on her plate blurred as her stomach coiled into a knot. Chantel, seated across from her, didn’t flinch. She chuckled…soft, amused, practiced.“Oh, Marie, always the dramatist,” she said smoothly, sipping her wine. “I’m not that irresistible.”Marie scoffed. “You’re dressed like temptation incarnate. Silk robe, no bra…at dinner? Lord have mercy.”Dorya could feel the heat creeping up her neck. If only Aunt Marie knew. If only they all knew. That the seduction had already happened. That she’d tasted her stepmother’s lips. Moaned under her fingers. Let her body be consumed while guilt gnawed at her bones.Chantel’s gaze slid across the table and lingered on
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