Neglectful Dad & Evil Stepmom Tried to Kick Me Out of My Own House To Give It To My Spoiled…

The Confrontation and the Shelter

Hey y’all, this is probably going to be the last update, I think. And I know it’s a week late and y’all expected it to be sooner, but so much happened in this week.

First, I actually managed to man up and go and confront Marissa. I went when Dad wasn’t home; Ash was asleep.

I asked her: “If she had yoga class that day?”

She said: “She had it every day, even on Sundays.”

She was in the kitchen cooking pasta. I asked her who her yoga instructor was.

She took a random name. I asked her: “If that were a dude?”

She said: “No.”

She laughed and said: “Why would I take a boy?”

I told her it was funny that she had a female one when the club she went to didn’t have any female instructor. She told me I was mistaken, but her voice was caught off guard and her hands weren’t stirring the pasta sauce anymore.

I told her I’d joined the club yesterday and that’s what they told me. She asked me: “How I knew where her club was?”

I told her I followed her the last time I’d visited. She dropped a spoon. I picked it up and she turned around.

She asked me: “What are you getting at?”

So I told her what I saw. She denied it, as expected. I said I saw it with my own eyes.

She shrugged and told me: “Dad would never believe me.”

I pulled out my phone and played the video and told her he’d believe his own eyes at least. She stood in shock and was speechless for a minute.

Then her expressions calmed down and she continued to cook pasta. She said it didn’t matter anymore; she was already planning for a divorce anyway.

My eyes widened. This woman was despicable.

Granted, my dad deserved all of it, but man, she’s a snake. She told me that the guy she goes to meet at the club is her lover of three years now.

They revived their romance when it was safe to. She said they’d fallen in love long ago, but at that time he was married to another woman whose father had hired him in his company.

A lot was at stake, but Marissa and her lover decided that he’d choose to keep his marriage and settle his finances, then he’d divorce his wife and get with Marissa. But Marissa got pregnant, so then she was desperate to pin a guy down for support, as women should.

That’s how she decided to keep Dad. They were seeing each other off and on, but then Marissa met her lover and got pregnant.

So she chose Dad and told him he had to do something about it. She said he got cold feet, so she had to take it in her own hands, and that’s when she spoke to Mom.

Now her lover is a widower and owns a company. She’s good to go.

She said: “Women need to do what they can.”

She turned around with a smile, but her smile froze as she looked over my shoulder. Her smile was gone in the next moment.

I turned around to find Dad in the doorway, fists balled and eyes red. He was shaking.

Well then, Dad woke Ash up and brought her to the kitchen. He asked her: “Who her father was?”

She looked over at Marissa and shook her head. She told him: “She didn’t care about blood because she always knew him to be her dad.”

He ran his fingers through his hair and paced the floor. Over the next two days, Marissa and Ash were told to leave his house.

The divorce is in process. Ash and Marissa are staying at a shelter.

Dad has asked me to find him a therapist and he’s apologized a lot since. I forgive him every time.

As with Marissa, her lover didn’t take her in. He denies having any contact with her.

I have the proof and Marissa has begged me for it. She’s even asked me to think of Ash in her pregnancy.

What can I say, Marissa? Your kid, your problem.

What should I do? Delete the video or hand it over?