A forbidden romance between mother and son

called home was a far cry from the modest apartment she had once lived in. Marrying Richard had changed her life in many ways-financial secur

, attending meetings, and securing deals. He was kind and generous but distant. Th

as Daniel, her 22-year-old stepson, got out of his sleek black car. He was tall, with broad shoulders an

curt congratulations before disappearing into the crowd. Over the months, she had tr

nd dining table. Richard was on a business trip, as usual, leavin

ou know," Daniel said, his voice smoo

up from her pl

o be my stepmother' act. We both

in her. "I married your fat

you're young, beautiful, and full of life. My father... he'

nappropriate. She swallowed hard, forcing herself

w, knowing sound.

n her. That night, as she lay in bed, her mind kept drifting back to him. His voic

t was nothing. Jus

he knew she was