MY BROTHER-IN-LAW IS OBSESSED WITH ME
As I pushed open the creaking front door, the venom hit me before I could even breathe.
“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the bastard son returning to his castle,” Diane Valentine spat, lounging on the living room couch, a wine glass dangling from her fingers like a weapon.
My stepmother.
Nothing had changed.
The same poison in her voice. The same disgust in her eyes.
Something inside me shrank. I could feel myself becoming small again.
“You look just like her,” she hissed, rising from the couch like a viper. “You’re a ghost. A shadow I never wanted in this house.”