My Stepmother Laughed and Said My Only Inheritance Was a Broom. Their Smiles Disappeared When the Will Was Read Aloud.

Then he met Patricia. At a charity gala. She was younger. Beautiful. Charming.
They married quickly. Six months courtship. Small wedding. She moved in with Tyler, her teenage son.

Everything changed. Patricia redecorated. Changed the staff. Made the house hers.

Tyler was entitled. Lazy. Spent Dad’s money freely. Treated me like I was beneath him.
But Dad seemed happy. Or at least… content. So I stayed quiet. Tried to adjust.

Went to college. Studied business. Worked part-time. Built my own life.

Visited home on holidays. Endured Patricia’s passive aggression. Tyler’s contempt. Dad’s distraction.
Then Dad got sick. Pancreatic cancer. Stage four. Moved fast.