Broken Marriage Ending

"What is this?"

Her voice is broken. I stand at the doorway of my study, and Vivian is sitting at my desk, looking at something on my computer. She slowly looks at me, and the horror in her eyes tells me everything.

"Shit."

"What is... THIS, Lorraine?" She doesn't even sound angry. She's horrified and disgusted.

"I..."

"Dear Stepdaughter" she starts reading from the screen. "My love for you grew bigger and stronger with the weeks... I ejaculated almost double with you... I wanted to see you get pounded by another futanari... Lorraine... What...? I'm trying to... To understand. This... This looks like a horrible prank."

"Vivian, I can explain."

"She's my daughter." She's crying already. I can feel her heart as it breaks. I can feel the shards of her soul as it crumbles down. "You slept with my daughter. You've been sleeping with your own daughter."

Stepdaughter, I want to correct, but I refrain myself.

"And I thought... So high of you. I thought that you loved me and you loved Alice..."

"I do love you, and I do love Alice, and..."

"Don't say that. Please... Don't... Say her name." She closes my laptop. She's surprisingly calm. I have at times imagined her storming into the room and yelling at me, and breaking stuff and cursing me. But I guess I was just projecting how I'd act. Vivian is just so much more mature than me. "Pack your things. I want you away from my daughter."

"She's an adult, she can say..."

"Please, don't do that. I know she's an adult. Don't you... Fully grasp what you've done, do you?"

I do. I have since the first day I took Alice's body as mine. But Vivian doesn't understand. She never will. Only Alice and I comprehend what is going on.

"We have to speak to her. She needs to decide..."

"No. You've broken this family in a way you can't imagine. I can't believe... My own daughter... And my own wife. How many times did you two sleep on our bed? God, I feel so sick. Pack your things!! Get out!!"

It don't argue, fight, or retort in any way. I pack my things and I leave that house. We file for divorce very soon after. Alice and I barely have any chance to speak. We are all heartbroken, although for different reasons. Vivian definitely hates me. Alice definitely misses me. And I need Alice with all my heart.

Then, some months after the divorce, there's a knock on my door. And she's there. Beautiful, as always, having decided to spent her life with me instead of her mother, despite the huge pain that causes everyone. She's there for me to take and love and hug and kiss and fuck and fill with my seed again and again. There she is only for me. My dear stepdaughter.