Being a Stepmom Is So Damn Hard, Let’s Get Divorced Novel – “I accept your terms. I’ll come back and take my place as the heiress.” My voice was steady as I spoke into the phone. Without waiting for a response, I hung up.
Turning, I let my gaze sweep over the bedroom that had been mine for the past eight years. A wave of nostalgia crept in, but it was tinged with bitterness. Eight years of devotion, of sacrifice, of love—and what did I have to show for it? Nothing. “How dare you wear my mother’s dress!” A shrill voice shattered the silence behind me.
I exhaled slowly before turning to face Leo. His small frame trembled with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. “Well? Say something!” he barked, fists clenched. “Go back to your party, Leo,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Your friends are waiting.” “No!” he screamed.
Before I could react, he grabbed the heavy glass pitcher from the table and hurled its contents at me. A scalding wave of freshly brewed coffee hit my skin. I sucked in a sharp breath, pain slicing through me as the heat seeped into my clothes, burning my arms and chest.
Leo smirked. “Serves you right. You’ll never take my mother’s place! You killed her with your jealousy, and now you’re parading around in her dress like you belong here!” A maid rushed in, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of me—soaked, the fabric clinging to my skin, patches of red already forming where the coffee had scalded me.