The Woman From My Past Became My Mother-in-Law

Dinner went on, but I barely tasted anything. Every time she spoke or laughed or asked me a question, I sat up straighter than necessary, afraid any slip in expression might give something away. She, meanwhile, played her role flawlessly—warm, welcoming, composed.

To this day, my wife thinks I just get “a little shy” around her stepmom. She even teases me about it, assuming it’s harmless nervousness.

But the truth is simpler—and far riskier.

I’ve never told my wife about my “past connection,” and ever since that night, I’ve kept a very careful distance from my mother-in-law. Not because there’s anything left between us, but because one wrong look or careless moment could unravel everything.

And that’s a line I can’t afford to cross.

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