My Ex-boyfriend Is My Stepmother

ould reunite with my ex-boyfr

ad met while vacationing on the West Coast. Every spring, without fail, he would embark on a month-long seaside retreat, indulging i

eet his match. Not only had he fallen for her, but he had also ignored the

what kind of magic did she possess? Every

eye. Until this moment, no one had seen her face

warm white spotlight by the ceremony stage. The emcee's voice rang out

ccentuating her stunning silhouette. The moment she stood still, a collective hush fell over

ing, an allure so intense it

ct curves that the gown

a loose updo, only accentua

g, held a depth that was both

uty mark at the corner of her ey

d applause. Suddenly, everyone could understand why

an assassination attempt. If she had already risked everything

ted. I was frozen-not just by her beauty but by the undeniable truth s

dy better than my own, his height, his features, even the tiny mole a

ust two years, how had he become

ng. The vows, the toasts, the laughter, all played out like a silent film before me. Until Hanley Fairbank's

et, just as Coco gra

ther table, being plied wit

ent, and anguish, all tangled in a hatred as dense as a

, the way she said "Kaia" struck me like a bolt of lightning, pulling me straight back to the tenderness with which Jeffry used to call

to my ear. "Are you ready? From today on, I'll be taking very good ca

. Had I... Had I been the r

nd in his place stood this stunning, vengeful w

bled. My face

another drink before turning to Hanley, her expression ef

y chuckled. "Mrs. Fairbank, be careful. That title is cursed. None of the previous

lled the scene of my mother, Kaylee, trapped in her car, engulf

for the warning, Hanley. Now I'm ev

ds and made his way over. He caught the tail end of Coco's words and chuckled, wrapping

e. "Of course. Your family is my famil

Hanley. Instead, his gaze landed directl

red vio

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ork with him during the day, and they attended high-profile social events at night. Occasionally, they'd even fly abroad to pick up li

ike a helpless animal, waiting for the inevitable

lessons, a mandatory course for a lady of high society arrange

be and matching satin slippers. Her long, seaweed-like hair fell over her shoulders, and her expression was

s no one else here, no

echless, and lower

ter all these years, don't yo

hrough my mind, and my voice caught in my thro

s? Don't you know? After all those years, you sent a breakup

I really had

you wanted to get back into the wealthy family, afr

y. "I'm sorry, Jeffry... i