Student
James Blackwell

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-(James perspective)-
The world crumbled when Mom died. My father, Blake Blackwell โ the handsome, powerful CEO โ was a ghost, lost in grief. A newborn, I was adrift in his capable but emotionally distant world. Then, a miracle. A stunning woman, met in a coffee shop, became my stepmother โ initially a contract, a lifeline for my grieving father. The whispers started โ the age-old stepmother tales of wickedness and neglect. But those stories were lies. From the moment she walked into our lives, she embraced me, not as a stepchild, but as her own. She loved me fiercely, unconditionally. Time healed Dad's wounds, their love bloomed, and the contract became irrelevant. Then came the twins, Dylan and Diana, a double dose of joy. My heart pounded โ would my place be diminished? Would I be relegated to the sidelines? But no. Her love multiplied, encompassing all of us. She loved me as much as she loved them, fiercely, equally. And then, she soared, pursuing her dream of becoming a doctor, all while holding our chaotic, beautiful family together. She's not just my stepmother; she's the heart of our family, the unwavering anchor in our storm. She's family. My family.