Cheering for My Stepmom's Romance with a Young Guy

My stepmom cheated with a younger guy, and I caught them in bed.

In a panic, I told my dad about it.

But my stepmom twisted the truth with her slick words.

She cried and caused a scene, claiming I was slandering her.

My dad believed her and beat me half to death.

He threw me out of the house during a storm.

I ended up dying from pneumonia.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my stepmom cheated.

...

"Oh! You're so young and strong! You've got my heart still trembling!

"Not like that useless man who gives up after just a few moves!"

I had just gotten home from school when I heard my stepmom, Eva Clark, speaking from the bedroom in a satisfied and coquettish voice. It was clear she had been enjoying herself.

Then that man's voice followed, "Do you want to reward me? Maybe renew my gym class for 50,000 dollars."

"Don't worry about it! I'll give you!"

"I'll make sure to take care of you!"

...

After that, there was more filthy talk. They started round two.

Last time, I had barged in at this moment and caught them in bed.

That man had been so scared that he ran away. Eva quickly got dressed and cursed at me. She even slapped me.

I had run out crying to find my dad. My dad had stormed back home with me. When we got there, we found Eva pretending to swallow sleeping pills.

My dad had been shocked and rushed to stop her. But my stepmom had just cried even louder.

"Let me die, honey! I'd rather be dead than be accused by Scarlett of being an adulteress!

"Just because Scarlett asked me for money to buy a phone and I refused, she threatened to tell you I was cheating!"

Eva was more than ten years younger than my dad. Her face, enhanced by cosmetic treatments, was exceptionally beautiful.

She was wearing a black silk slip at that moment. Her figure was curvy and delicate. Combined with her tear-streaked face, she looked pitiful.

My dad had no resistance left.

Since I couldn't provide any solid evidence, he immediately believed her.

He thought I was trying to slander my stepmom because I couldn't get the phone I wanted.

He slapped me hard across the face.

"You brat, how could you be so vicious? Making up lies about cheating! Do you want to drive your mom to death?"

"Don't get angry, honey. It's not worth hurting your health," said Eva.

Eva chimed in while giving me a taunting look.

My dad became even more furious. When I refused to admit anything, he grabbed a belt and beat me until there wasn't a spot on my body that wasn't bruised.

Finally, under Eva's instigation, he threw me out of the house during a heavy rainstorm.

I lay on the street for a day and a night until a passerby couldn't stand it anymore and took me to the hospital. I was diagnosed with severe pneumonia.

The hospital tried to contact my dad after some effort, but it was Eva who answered the call.

When she heard I was in the hospital, she said there was no money and told them to abandon treatment. She even secretly turned off my dad's phone.

Because of this, I missed the best time for treatment and eventually died.

A tide of hatred surged within me.

Once again, I could hear Eva's moans echoing in my ears.