{"id":34,"date":"2026-01-21T12:45:04","date_gmt":"2026-01-21T12:45:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/?p=34"},"modified":"2026-01-21T12:45:04","modified_gmt":"2026-01-21T12:45:04","slug":"how-i-fell-in-love-with-my-step-mother-episode-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/how-i-fell-in-love-with-my-step-mother-episode-7\/","title":{"rendered":"HOW I FELL IN LOVE WITH MY STEP MOTHER Episode 7"},"content":{"rendered":"
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EPISODE 7<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The door closed softly behind me, but the sound echoed like thunder in my chest.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Her apartment was small but neat\u2014white walls, simple furniture, a faint scent of lavender in the air. It felt like a life carefully rebuilt after devastation. A life that did not include me\u2026 until now.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Amara stood a few steps away, her back to me, as if she needed distance to breathe. I remained by the door, unsure whether I had crossed a line simply by entering.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cYou can sit,\u201d she said finally, her voice low.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I sat on the edge of the couch, my hands clasped tightly together. The silence stretched between us, thick with memories neither of us dared to touch.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cI rehearsed this moment a thousand times,\u201d she admitted, turning to face me. \u201cIn some versions, I screamed at you. In others, I begged for forgiveness. In some, I told you to leave forever.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cAnd now?\u201d I asked.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She studied me for a long moment. \u201cNow I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My heart twisted.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I looked around the room again and noticed something that made my breath hitch\u2014a framed photo on the small table near the window. It was her. Younger. Smiling. And beside her, a little boy of about four years old.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I felt my chest tighten painfully.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWho is that?\u201d I asked, though fear already knew the answer.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Amara followed my gaze. Her expression shifted instantly\u2014softer, protective.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cThat is Kamsi,\u201d she said quietly.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My pulse roared in my ears. \u201cYour son?\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She nodded slowly. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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For a moment, the room tilted.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cIs he\u2026?\u201d My voice failed.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She exhaled. \u201cNot yours. I lost that child, remember? Kamsi is my sister\u2019s son. I raised him after she died.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Relief and shame crashed into me at the same time.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I murmured.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She sat across from me now, close enough that I could see the faint lines at the corners of her eyes, the strength she had grown into.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cYou look well,\u201d she said after a while.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cSo do you,\u201d I replied.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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A small, sad smile touched her lips. \u201cWell is a generous word.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We fell into silence again.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Then she spoke.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cAfter I left your father\u2019s house, I wandered for months. I slept in strangers\u2019 rooms. Worked odd jobs. Hid my name. Hid my face. Every night, I expected someone from Umuofia to find me and drag me back.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I swallowed hard. \u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cHow could you?\u201d she said gently. \u201cYou were banished. Broken. I imagined you either dead or drowning in bitterness.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cI almost was,\u201d I admitted.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Her eyes softened with pain.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cI promised myself I would never see you again,\u201d she continued. \u201cThat loving you was a curse I needed to outgrow.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cAnd did you?\u201d I asked quietly.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Her breath trembled.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cNo.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The word hung between us like fire.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My chest rose and fell rapidly. Everything in me wanted to move closer to her\u2014to touch her, to hold her, to erase the years between us. But fear, guilt, and memory chained me to my seat.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cYou called my name in the market,\u201d I said. \u201cYou could have pretended.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cI tried,\u201d she replied. \u201cMy heart refused.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I leaned forward slightly. \u201cWhat happens now, Amara?\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She closed her eyes briefly. \u201cThat is the question that has haunted me since I saw you.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Outside, a car honked. Somewhere, a child laughed. Life continued beyond the fragile bubble we were trapped in.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cI don\u2019t want to destroy your life again,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t want to destroy mine.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She nodded. \u201cThen maybe we should stay away from each other.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The words hurt more than she expected.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cMaybe,\u201d I echoed, though my heart protested violently.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She stood up suddenly and walked to the window, her back to me. \u201cBut staying away has not healed me. Running did not make me whole.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I rose slowly. \u201cAnd coming back to me will?\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She turned. Our eyes met, heavy with everything unsaid.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d she whispered. \u201cBut I know that pretending you never existed nearly killed me.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We stood inches apart now.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Close enough that I could feel her breath.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Close enough that the past felt dangerously alive.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cAmara,\u201d I said, my voice breaking. \u201cIf we take even one more step toward each other\u2026 there is no turning back.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Her gaze dropped to my lips.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cI know,\u201d she whispered.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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A knock suddenly sounded on the door.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sharp. Unexpected.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We both froze.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Before either of us could move, the door opened slightly\u2014unlocked.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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A boy\u2019s voice called out brightly.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cAunty Amara, I\u2019m home!\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Kamsi.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The little boy stepped inside, schoolbag on his back, smile wide\u2014and then he saw me.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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He stopped.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Amara moved instantly, stepping between us.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cKamsi, go to your room,\u201d she said quickly, her voice controlled but tight.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The boy hesitated, eyes curious, then obeyed.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Silence slammed shut again.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Amara turned back to me, her face pale.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cThis is real life, Chinedu,\u201d she said softly. \u201cNot a memory. Not a mistake from the past. Real people will be affected by our choices.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I looked at the closed door where Kamsi had disappeared.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And in that moment, reality struck me with brutal clarity.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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This was no longer just about love.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It was about responsibility.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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About consequences that reached far beyond just the two of us.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I met her eyes slowly.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cSo tell me, Amara,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cAre we brave enough to walk away\u2026 or foolish enough to risk everything again?\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She said nothing.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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But the way her hand trembled beside her told me the truth.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Our story had not ended.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It had only become more dangerous.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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