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Nothing dramatic. Just a quiet moment.
Wendy saw and stormed over.
I don’t want him in these photos.”
“Just one,” I said. “Just him and Matthew.”
“He’s not my child!” she said sharply. Loud enough for the bridesmaids to glance over.
“I don’t want him in any photos. Please take him away.”
I pulled her aside.
“Wendy, you’re his stepmother now. Like it or not, you married a man who already had a son.”
“I didn’t sign up for this,” she snapped.
“We agreed it would be just the two of us. I told Matthew what I could handle.”
“You don’t get to pick and choose which parts of a person you marry,” I said softly. “But I guess you’ll learn that soon.”
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