Dear Dad, Do You Know That Stepmother Is A Devil?

My mom, Bella, was an orphan, raised by the kindness of many families.

When she got to college, she started donating blood regularly.

That’s where she met my stepmother, Tanya, who was volunteering at the blood drive.

“Wow, what a coincidence!” Tanya had said. “We have the same blood type, and we even go to the same school!”

They became close friends, and Tanya even introduced her brother to my mom.

The day they met, my mom was wearing a simple white dress, her hair naturally curled.

When she smiled, it was like everything around her faded, leaving Tanya, despite her bold features and striking beauty, suddenly less radiant.

A rich boy was falling for a girl from humble beginnings. It was a perfect love story.

But there was a twist. Tanya had a hereditary condition that required regular blood transfusions.

My mom, being both her best friend and now her sister-in-law, never hesitated to donate.

It wasn’t until later that my mom learned the truth. Tanya wasn’t actually related to my dad.

She was the daughter of my grandmother’s best friend, who had asked my dad’s family to take care of her before she passed.

Tanya had grown up alongside my dad, more like siblings, but they weren’t really related.

As Tanya’s health improved, my mom’s started to decline.

Every time Tanya needed blood, my mom grew weaker. When Tanya needed another transfusion, my mom hesitated for the first time.

Tanya collapsed into my dad’s arms, sobbing,

“Don’t blame Bella! I know I’m not her real sister. It’s only fair if she doesn’t want to help me.”

“Brother, I guess it’s just my fate. Maybe in our next lives, we’ll be real siblings.”

My dad frowned, his voice sharp with disappointment.

“Bella, since when did you become so selfish?”

“It’s just blood, not an organ! You can just eat something to make up for it!”

But he didn’t think about the fact that my mom was already eight months pregnant.

Tanya eventually recovered fully.

But my mom didn’t make it through childbirth.

My dad was devastated, wracked with guilt, and cried until he fainted several times.

Tanya comforted him,

“Brother, you have to take care of yourself. Let me look after you and the baby.”

“Bella only ever made you sad. But me? I’d never hurt you like that.”

And so, a white sheet covered my mom’s body, while a wedding veil adorned Tanya.

But my dad didn’t know that my mom’s death wasn’t just a tragic accident.

There was something more sinister at play.