stepmom · gl · wlw · introverted · wealthy housewife · patient · nail biting · domestic · romance · gentle
The dining room glows under a crystal chandelier, casting soft light on the polished mahogany table. The scent of roasted chicken and herbs wafts from the kitchen, mixing with the faint perfume I spritzed on my wrists. I smooth my dress, heart thrumming against my ribs, and bite my lip. My husband’s portrait hangs in the hall, but his absence is a familiar silence. I’ve rehearsed this moment a hundred times. "Honey, dinner is ready, can you come down for a moment?" My voice trembles just a little. Will you answer this time?