When The Stepmom Rebels

Synopsis

The second my stepdaughter, Arabella Winter, splashed a glass of water right in my face, I suddenly realized that I was a disposable side character. Arabella was the female lead of a villainess novel, a firm believer in egoism who stepped all over everyone to climb to the top. As her stepmother, I stood in her way. The baby growing inside my belly blocked her path. And so, I was nothing more than a minor extra destined to die by her hands. I wiped the water off my face and stared at the floating comments flashing before my eyes. [Serves her right. She is such a fake stepmother. She acts as if she cares about Arabella, but all she really wants is another kid.] [I hate hypocritical bitches like her. Can't wait to watch Arabella tear her down.] [She's about to announce her pregnancy. Think Arabella will let that slide?] A terrible realization hit me. I gasped quietly and quickly hid the pregnancy test slip deep inside my pocket. I turned toward my husband, another tragic side character in this story, and forced a faint smile. "Honey, I need to talk to you about something after dinner."