I AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION
studies, new friends, trying to date normal guys who never measured up.
The memories of that night haunted me in the quiet moments... his hands, his voice, the way he’d lost control for me. I buried it deep, built a new version of myself. Polished, independent, less rebellious on the outside.
When I came back, I did it with a different last name for work stuff, a fresh identity to keep things clean. Landed a job that looked perfect on paper. Then... the marriage. It happened fast. He was nice enough, stable, from a good family. Mom pushed it hard, saying it would ground me when I came back lost and drifting with no clear path.