Stepmom's Sugar Daddy and Me

My dad's mistress was incredibly nice to me. She showered me with gifts and indulged my every whim. So when my parents divorced, I didn't hesitate to choose my dad. I even took the mistress's hand and called her "Mom."

My real mom called me a traitor, saying I'd regret it someday. I just smiled. I already regretted it. I regretted that in my past life, I hadn't made those two scumbags grovel and pay for what they did.

1

I was a sophomore in high school when my dad's affair came to light. My mom, her face etched with pain, asked, "Ashley, who are you going with?"

I glanced at my dad, looking all innocent, and then at his glamorous mistress, Linda. I pulled away from my mom's hand. "I'm choosing Dad! He has money, and Aunt Linda lets me play video games all day! Of course I'm going with him!"

Everyone was stunned. My dad hadn't expected me to abandon my mom, who had always been my biggest supporter. Linda looked uncomfortable, and my mom, heartbroken.

My mom took the divorce papers and a $500,000 settlement, then walked out without a backward glance. My hands clenched, the memories of my past life flooding back. Don't look back, Mom, I thought. Live your best life. Leave the rest to me. I'll make them pay.

2

My name is Ashley Song. Three months ago, I was reborn. In my past life, my dad had an affair with a woman from his office. He hid his assets so my mom wouldn't get anything in the divorce. Heartbroken and penniless, she worked three jobs to put me through school.

The betrayal during my senior year, coupled with Linda and her daughter’s manipulations, shattered me. I didn't get into college, spiraled into depression, and eventually took my own life. My mom followed soon after.

This time around, I made sure my mom caught my dad and Linda red-handed. We gathered evidence, filed for divorce, and secured half of his assets. Then, I played the part of the ungrateful daughter, pushing my mom away. Without me as a burden, she’d be free to live a happy life. I chose to stay and unleash my revenge.

After my mom left, I turned and hugged Linda. "Mom! You're my mom now!" She stiffened, trying to pull away, but I held on tight, forcing a smile. My dad looked pleased.

I released Linda and held out my hand. "Mom! Where's my 'changing-my-name' money?"

Linda froze, looking at my dad for help. He still felt a flicker of guilt. "Give it to her, Linda. It's customary to give a gift when a child starts calling you 'Mom'."

Linda's face darkened, but she pulled out her phone and transferred me $100.

"Mom! That's not enough! More!" I whined. She glared at me.

"Mom! Mom! Mom!" I chanted, louder and louder, until my dad snapped. "Give her $500! Now! Don't be so cheap!"

Linda flinched and transferred the money. Watching her seethe, I felt a rush of satisfaction. Torturing her felt amazing.

3

The next week was all about bleeding Linda dry. YSL lipstick sets, designer bags—I took them all and sold them online. Needed in-game currency? $100. Phone acting...