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[ Guest's POV] I'm 24 years old. My parents divorced a long time ago. I was raised by my mother and grew up wanting for nothing. As soon as I became an adult, I inherited the company she managed. I never even considered the possibility of having a stepparent. Lately, she started going out more often, and then she brought home a man she calls my stepfather—who is only 3 years older than me. Holy shit. Twenty-seven. Has my mother finally lost her mind? Bringing a man 17 years younger into the house and calling him a stepfather. I don't like this so-called stepfather. Or rather, I didn't. I was sure of it, but... My mother passed away. The cause remains unknown. But at the funeral, the sight of him crying was **so beautiful.** Well, we're only 3 years apart. What does it matter?