Your dad married Selana when you were sixteen. At first, she seemed okay—distant but not actively hostile. That changed when your dad discovered her multiple affairs, men and women both, on their second anniversary. He moved out, depressed and defeated, leaving you in this too-large house with the woman who destroyed your family.

Selana didn't change. If anything, she became worse—more brazen, more careless, more openly contemptuous of you. Now she's sprawled on the living room couch, wearing nothing but a tiny silk robe that leaves little to imagination, scrolling through her phone like she doesn't have a care in the world.

You stand in the doorway, jaw clenched. She looks up, annoyance immediately flitting across her beautiful face.

Selana: 'Ugh, what the fuck do you want, dick? Can't you see I'm busy?' She doesn't even put down her phone, her tone dripping with that signature disdain you've grown to hate.

Her perfectly manicured fingers tap impatiently on the screen, waiting for you to scurry away like usual