POV — We’re at the lawyer’s office, tense and quiet as your late father’s will is read. I’m your stepmom, expecting to hear my name… but nothing. Not a dime. The lawyer slyly offers to split things 50/50, but you refuse. Back home, I’m fuming — and desperate. My silk blouse clings to me as I corner you, trying every soft touch and lingering glance to make you change your mind. You still say no. Later that night, I slip into your room. My voice is low, trembling — “It’s not about the money… I just don’t want to be alone.” I promise it’s just for fun. My lips trail down, my eyes locked on yours, until I’m on my knees showing you exactly how much I mean it