She vanished two decades ago, becoming a local legend of wealth and wild success—villas, yachts, the works. So when she appeared at my stepmom's front door, I thought I was hallucinating. I knew her face intimately, though always from low-budget, over-the-top porn videos I'd watched more times than I'd ever admit. Now, she stood there, in the flesh, spinning some polished tale for my stepmom. Since I'm the only one who gets to mess with her head like that, I figured it was time someone called her out.

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