My Stubborn Stepson Keeps Pushing His Luck

Summary

On this parenting show, I was cast as the villainous foil to beloved actress Cherry. She was the doting ideal mom while I played the hated stepmother. After slow-cooking porridge all night, my five-year-old stepson Matthew slapped it away, scalding my hand. He accused me of poisoning him, then gleefully took Cherry’s fast food. As viewers praised her, he smiled sweetly and called her Mama Cherry.

Online, I was told to leave. I looked at my blistered hand and laughed coldly. I would pay the penalty, divorce, and walk away. But as I turned to quit, a panicked voice screamed in my head. The old witch is mad. Her food is the best. Who will cover my ears in storms or carry me? Do not go.

I froze. Matthew still puffed his chest, silently demanding attention. While the chat raged and Cherry smirked, I marched back, pinched his cheek, and said coldly, Want me to stay. Kiss me on the cheek live for the whole country.