Craving My Stepson
“You’re supposed to be his wife. You owe him your loyalty. You’re supposed to be his home. And yet you’re warming his son’s bed while he loses his mind with how much he thinks he loves you.”
My chest tightened painfully. My fingers trembled at my sides.
“That’s not… that’s not how it is,” I whispered.
Her smile widened.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Sabrina. You know I see everything. I know you, dear. You’re my child, and you’re exactly like me.”
“I’m nothing like you!” I exploded, voice cracking.
She shrugged. “Keep telling yourself that.”
She grabbed the handle of her suitcase and walked toward the door. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. When she reached the doorway, she paused. Then she turned