An indescribable feeling, for both of them

“How long have you been lying about being your stepmother?” Ezequiel asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Jeremy, in Vivian’s body, crossed his arms and answered with a cynical sigh:

“Well... are you planning to completely lose it, or are you going to give me five minutes to explain?”

“Lose it? I’ve already lost it! I don’t even know what word to use to describe how I feel right now. It’s disgust, rage, horror—existential horror! Just... give me a number. And make it low, for God’s sake. Before I start thinking about scrubbing myself clean a thousand times over!”

Ezequiel’s voice cracked, his face pale. This was no simple shock—it was his entire world crashing down.

Jeremy gave a cold, ironic smirk before replying:

“Six months. More or less. That’s when Vivian came up with the brilliant idea to ship me off to some boarding school overseas. Cut off all contact with you, bury me in some soul-sucking routine... while she lived it up with your money, five-star trips and luxury spas. And let’s not forget—it was you who sealed the deal. You kicked me out. You erased me. So I just... took back my place in your life.”

“Six months...” Ezequiel repeated, stunned. “You’re telling me... for six whole months... you pretended to be my wife?”

He staggered, as if the weight of the truth had struck him physically. His voice dropped to a broken whisper:

“We’ve... we’ve shared things. Intimacy. Affection. Touch... My God... I’m going to be sick...”

Jeremy stepped closer, his footsteps firm, his face dripping with malicious glee:

“Oh, Daddy... or should I say, darling?” he said with venomous sweetness. “It’s her body, isn’t it? And if it’s her body you craved, touched, and loved... what difference does it make who was behind the wheel? Last night, you didn’t seem so upset. Quite the opposite, actually. And tell me—how did she even manage to contact you and make you believe all this? I was sure you’d call the police, or have her locked up in some asylum. I swore you’d never believe a word.”

He let out a twisted little laugh, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight:

“And here’s the real beauty of it: if you divorce ‘her’, I still get half of everything! I’m your wife now, remember? She won’t get a single cent. Nothing. Especially now that you removed her from your will. Oh, what a delicious revenge...”

He leaned in closer, voice like silk dipped in poison.

“Tasting all this... is indescribable.”