CHAPTER 1: SWEATING THROUGH MY SUNDRESS
DELILAH'S POV
I have been a good stepmom for three years.
Three years of packing lunches and attending graduation ceremonies and pretending I do not notice the way my stepson Beckett fills out his shirts now that he is twenty-one and built like a beast.
Three years of being the perfect wife to Ben — supportive, agreeable, invisible in bed because he stopped touching me eighteen months ago and apparently that is just what happens when you marry a man who cares more about quarterly reports than his wife’s dripping cunt.
Three years of good behavior. I think that is enough, do you not?
The AC in Ben’s sedan died somewhere around mile marker forty-seven, and now we are two hours into a five-hour drive to drop Beckett at college and I am slowly me
