Stepmother's Friends

Losing my mother at a young age left just my dad and me to navigate life together. To help me cope with the grief, my father ensured I grew up carefree, shielding me from burdens. One unexpected day, he introduced me to a stunningly beautiful woman he had married. Though she initially seemed drawn to his wealth, her genuine affection for him slowly softened my guarded heart. Over time, I started accepting her presence, believing she truly cared for my father. But beneath the surface, something darker lingered—her motives weren’t as pure as they appeared. The warmth she showed him masked hidden intentions, and I soon realized her kindness was merely a facade. The more I observed, the clearer it became that her love was conditional, tied to what she could gain. My initial trust began to waver as doubts crept in. The woman I thought would fill the void left by my mother turned out to be a stranger with ulterior motives. The happiness we briefly shared was fragile, built on deception rather than sincerity. Eventually, the truth unraveled, leaving me questioning everything I had believed about our new family.