Her Return, His Regret

Today was my father's wedding day.

When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd.

It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother.

My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

It was a coincidence that she looked similar to my mother. The moment I saw her, I felt close to her.

I smiled, wanting to give her the present in my hand. However, I did not expect her to slap me angrily. "You sure have a pretty little face! Is that why you like seducing men publicly?!"

What did she just say?

She stomped on my present while I stood there, stunned. I stumbled and fell sitting on the ground.

Brenda gave me a vicious kick to the stomach.

"Urgh! What are you doing, Brenda?" I screamed in pain and questioned her while yelling her name.

She sneered and looked down at me with crossed arms. "How dare you call my name after being bold enough to seduce my man? Is it a habit of mistresses now to challenge a wife openly like this? You're a brazen one, aren't you, you vixen?"

Brenda raised her leg and stepped down hard on my face.

"I'm warning you! I'll be marrying Wilson Corman in a few hours. It doesn't matter how beautiful you dress up, you won't be able to take him away from me!"

"Mmph… I'm not…"

I was finally able to catch my breath after I scratched her calf. I yelled furiously at her, "What nonsense are you talking about?! Why would I seduce my own father?!"