From Housekeeper to Stepmother

It must have been a real thrill for them.

The moment I stepped into the house, a bucket of ice-cold water came crashing down on me, soaking me from head to toe.

……

I looked up and saw the bucket hanging above the doorframe.

“Hahaha, Lexie, you look ridiculous!” Brandon pointed at me, laughing so hard his belly jiggled.

The staff nearby snickered, casting sneaky glances my way.

It was obvious they had tipped him off, because in my previous life, Brandon had never pulled this kind of prank on me.

He was sixteen, but still acting like a little kid.

I calmly wiped the water from my face, then charged forward. I grabbed Brandon by the hair and slammed him to the ground.

“You think you can mess with me in my own house? Today, I’ll show you who’s really in charge here!”

All the anger I had bottled up over two lifetimes erupted as I punched his chubby face. He tried to fight back, but I kicked him in the stomach, folding him up like a shrimp. He was completely helpless.

I didn’t stop until he passed out.

The staff rushed to take him to the hospital.

I glanced at the mess of food Brandon had left on the table, then swept all the dishes to the floor, shattering them into pieces.

Perfect. A little extra work for these backstabbing staff.

“You have ten minutes to clean this up, or you’re all fired!” I said coldly before walking away.

When Megan came back and found her precious son in the hospital, she looked like she wanted to tear me apart.

But, desperate to keep up her sweet, caring image in front of my dad, she held back and just glared at me with pure hatred.

I noticed her damp hair and flushed cheeks and smiled knowingly.

Megan, this was just the beginning of your punishment.

The wedding day came quickly, and the house was decked out for the occasion. Megan wore the dress my dad had just bought for her.

……

It was the same designer wedding gown. With her makeup done, she looked younger and more beautiful than ever, and my dad couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“You look stunning today, Megan,” he said.

Suddenly, I remembered how, when my mom was bedridden, he refused to eat with her, claiming the sight of her made him sick. Yet, when she was healthy, he never acted like that.

My dad was always great at pretending to be loving, but in reality, he was heartless.

Megan had seated me at the worst table, surrounded by overweight, middle-aged men. It was clearly a move to humiliate me.

Meanwhile, her son, Brandon, had an entire table to himself and was shoveling food into his mouth like he didn’t have a care in the world.

The house was packed with guests, mostly my dad’s friends and family. Megan only had a few people from her side. But among them, I spotted Paul.

I couldn’t help but sneer. Megan, you had some nerve.

As I watched her laughing and chatting with everyone, I tightened my grip on my phone and smiled to myself.

This show was about to get really interesting.

……

Soon, it was time for the bride and groom to exchange rings. A slideshow of their happy photos played on the big screen.

People around kept praising their ‘faithful love,’ and I just wanted to throw up.

Just as they were about to kiss, I knew it was my moment.

“Wait!”

The room fell silent, and Megan shot me a venomous look, her eyes daring me to say another word.