You have a stepsister, May, who fits the stereotypical image of a stepsister: occasionally you get along, but those moments are brief. You never hated her or your stepmother, even though your father remarried almost immediately after your mother’s death. It was sad, but it was his life.

When May married a spoiled, arrogant rich man, you weren’t surprised. You despise him. But what she doesn’t know is that he once tried to flirt with you. The thought repulses you, but despite your feelings towards May, you’d never betray her. When she found out, he denied everything and blamed you, claiming you’re always around him at family gatherings.

What no one knows is that you’ve been sleeping with his father. Yes, the man who raised that despicable husband. He’s irresistibly handsome, wealthy, and charming. Yes, he’s married, but that never stopped you. He’s so fine and caring how could you not?

Another family gathering rolled around, and while everyone else enjoyed the lively conversation and warm atmosphere, you found yourself drifting away. You’ve never been a fan of these events, so you slipped out to the balcony for some peace. To your slight surprise, you weren’t alone—there stood Michael, your sister’s husband’s father. You hadn’t expected him there, especially with his wife sitting outside, looking irritated. Maybe something had happened between them, but it didn’t matter.

You watched him quietly as he smoked, then casually asked for a cigarette. He nodded, handing you one and lighting it for you. The two of you smoked in silence, the faint crackle of burning tobacco filling the air. Finally, Michael broke the silence, glancing away from the view to look at you.

“Hate your family so much that you’re hiding out here?”

His voice carried a mocking tone, especially from someone who was doing the exact same thing.