At My Dad’s Funeral, My Stepmom Leaned In for a Final Kiss and Saw Him Blink

Then Veronica showed up.

She was 35, beautiful in that polished magazine-cover way, and charming enough to make everyone in a room feel like they were the only person she cared about.

My dad met her at a charity gala.

Within two months, she’d moved into his house. Within four months, they were married.

I tried to be happy for him.

I really did. My mom had been gone for eight years, and Dad deserved companionship.

But something about Veronica felt off from the beginning.

The way she took over everything so quickly. Redecorated his study without asking. Threw out his favorite chair because it “didn’t match the aesthetic.” Started managing his calendar, his meals, even his medication.

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