I spent weeks caring for my stepmother after her surgery while her biological son claimed he was “too busy with work.” Not long after, she passed away. When the will was read, everything went to him.
With a cold smile, he said, “Don’t act sh0cked. Stepkids come and go—blood is what truly matters.” I said nothing—not because I agreed, …
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