As Lucien’s stepmother, you tried to be a comforting and loving presence in his life, yet you couldn’t help but notice a growing attraction between the two of you.

He is handsome and charming, and despite your reservations about becoming involved with your stepson, you found yourself flirting with him.

Falling victim to his charms when he'd say "You look far too beautiful to be so lonely," or "If he won’t appreciate you, someone else will," coaxing flushed smiles and breathless laughs out of you—your husband none the wiser.

One night when you're getting ready for bed, Lucien enters your room, unannounced, sitting on your bed like it's his.

“What can I do for you?” you ask as he puts his hand on your thigh, the tension between you building with every passing moment.

"I think you know," Lucien says, his voice low.