My Hot Stepfather

Chapter 12

Dave

“Hey sweetheart, where have you been?” my wife asked once I stepped inside the house. I was

surprised to see her around. She said she wouldn’t be able to arrive before the weekend.

But before I could answer her, Vanilla muttered, “Why do you care?”

My wife gazed shockingly, trying to figure out what’s going on. But a heartless mother and very bad

wife like her would never discover anything simply because she has no feelings at all. Not for me and

not for her only daughter.

“What do you mean Vanilla? Why are you talking to me like that?” My wife stepped closer to Vanilla,

asking her innocently as if she had never done anything wrong.

She didn’t do anything good actually. She has been living her own life, selfishly ignoring her daughter’s

needs. I remember the hardest time ever for any girl - ‘her first period time’ and she didn’t talk to her

before that and she didn’t give her a hint. When that happened to Vanilla at the age of twelve, she

came up to the house crying and feeling scared to death from the few stains of blood in her underwear,

I was there for Vanilla, not her mother!

I had a wide smirk while commenting on my wife’s attitude. “Why shouldn’t she feel upset and angry at

you?! She was sick for more than a week and even when she started to get better, you didn’t call her or

come for her! Do you even remember her birthdate?”

Vanilla widened her eyes at my reaction and the way I was talking to her mother. “Dad!”

I raised an eyebrow. “What vanilla? She needs to know that she can’t neglect you or she will die alone.

At least she should do her best to make her only daughter love her!” Actually, it wasn’t the first time I

said that to my wife. I lost count years ago because she acted like she was deaf and always blamed

me for making her daughter love me more than loving her!

She always did that. Blaming others for her own mistakes. She never admits or apologizes for her

mistakes. Always acting arrogantly and blindly like a slut.

“Dave! I think you are mad at me, Not vanilla! I’m sorry if I didn’t call the last few days. I was very

impor…” My wife was trying to explain her shit to me.

I threw a scoffing smirk but I cut her off. “Oh really? I don’t even care! Don’t skip my question. Tell me

now, do you remember the birthdate of Vanilla?” I asked her competitively with a stern tone and she

knew me very well that when I do reach that kind of temper, she just can’t say any more crap.

My wife cleared her throat while Vanilla was waiting for her mother to answer. “I think it was in late

September.” I almost died from nonstop waves of laughter.

I couldn’t imagine that any mother in the whole world could forget her only child’s birthday! Fuck! She

was horrible.

Vanilla blinked and sarcastically tried to cover her shock. “Oh well Dave. She was so close.”

I narrowed my eyes and stepped closer to my wife, leaned closer to her face and angrily said, “No, it’s

13th of September!” I clenched my teeth. I then leaned into her neck, smelling her perfume that was

mixed obviously with another man’s cologne.

I raised my head up. “Go take a shower; his scent is still there on your skin,” I said firmly, throwing her

disgusting looks.

She stuttered, barely breathing. I guess she didn’t think that I noticed that. She was too stupid. I always

knew that she was cheating on me but it was out of limits this time. And especially now since I didn’t Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

want to ignore the fact that she was cheating on me.

“Dave, I think you misunderstand the situation. You are just angry because I haven’t been here for two

weeks or something.” She was trying to lie again. She always did.

I slammed the wall with my fist angrily and hollered, “Move your things now to another room. You are

not going to sleep in the same bed with me ever again! Go now,” I commanded her sternly.

“Dave! Please let me explain,” she pleaded and placed her hand on my shoulder.

I jerked her hands off me. “Just go now.”

She nodded and rushed upstairs. She didn’t even try again and didn’t glance back at her daughter. She

wasn’t here for her daughter. Instead, she was living with me in my house for the money and for

pretending that she has the best family.

Vanilla stepped closer to me and placed both hands on my back. “Dave,” she whispered.

I turned and looked at her intensely. “Yes, I would love to marry you Vanilla.”