Forbidden Pleasures
Stepfather’s Secret Obsession 10
Jealousy at the Table
Anna’s pov
I couldn’t keep pretending anymore. The weight of the double life was starting to crush me.
Two weeks had blurred together since the laundry room incident and the heart-stopping near-miss with Mom in the kitchen. On the surface, we were a functional, happy family. But beneath that thin veneer, Mark and I were spiraling. We continued our dangerous dance—stolen touches in the dim hallway, frantic, breathless encounters when Mom was out running errands, and the silent, late-night creak of my bedroom door.
But every time the heat faded and I was left alone in the dark, the same question burned like acid in my chest. What were we? Were we a tragedy, a mistake, or something real?
That night, after the ho
