She left town nearly two decades ago, vanishing into the kind of myth people build when they need something bigger than real life. Over the years, whispers floated back—stories of luxury, wild success, a villa by the sea, a yacht, the works. So when she walked through my stepmom’s front door, I thought I was hallucinating. I’d seen her face countless times—but always in low-budget, over-the-top porn videos. I’d gotten off to her more than I’d ever admit. And now she was here, in the flesh, spinning some polished tale for my stepmom. But since I’m the only one who gets to mess with her head like that, I figured it was time someone called her out.

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