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Clara's chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, her hands trembling at her sides as she fought to control the fury surging through her veins. Her eyes burned with a rage so fierce that everyone instinctively stepped back, even though she hadn't moved toward them. There was something almost primal in her expression, something that made it painfully clear that the gentle woman they knew had disappeared beneath the protective instincts of a mother who had just discovered someone had hurt her children. Clara pointed directly at Lena. "You touched them?" Her voice shook violently. "You actually dared to lay your hands on my children? HOW DARE YOU?!" Lena clutched her burning cheek in disbelief, her eyes widening as she stared at Clara. "C-Clara... You don't understand—" "I understand perfectly!" Clara shouted, her voice echoing through the mansion. "They're little girls! They're children! How dare you hurt them!" Lena hurriedly shook her head, tears already gathering in her
Nearly two months had passed since Lena's sudden return. On the surface, life inside the Lockwood mansion had settled into something that almost resembled normal. Everything looked peaceful from the outside, yet everyone inside the mansion knew that nothing truly was. No one spoke about it aloud because no one wanted to disturb the fragile balance they had somehow managed to maintain. It was a peace built entirely on silence, and everyone understood how easily that silence could shatter. The children carried the heaviest burden of all. They loved Clara with all their hearts. She had become the mother who tucked them into bed each night, kissed scraped knees, chased away nightmares, cooked their favorite meals, celebrated their smallest achievements, and comforted them whenever tears appeared. To them, Clara was simply Mom. She was the person they ran toward when they were frightened, the person whose arms always felt like home. But now, the woman they had been tol
Later that evening, unable to bear the suffocating atmosphere inside the mansion any longer, Lena slipped into the garden alone. The cool night breeze brushed against her face as she slowly walked along the stone path beneath the pale moonlight, letting the quiet surroundings soothe the tension that had been building inside her. She needed air. She needed silence. Most of all, she needed time to think, because every conversation she had endured that evening had left her feeling as though she were walking through a room filled with hidden traps, never knowing which innocent-looking step might expose her."You seem troubled."A familiar male voice drifted through the darkness, making Lena stop in her tracks.She turned immediately and saw Connor stepping out from behind one of the stone pillars, his hands resting casually inside his pockets.When did he even arrive in the house? Why didn't she know about it? Connor's usual carefree grin was gone, replaced by an unreadable expression
Lena sat alone inside the lavish guest suite the Lockwood family had prepared for her, her fingers tightening around the crystal wineglass until her knuckles turned white. The elegant smile she had worn throughout the day had completely disappeared, replaced by a twisted expression that made her beautiful face look almost frightening. Crash! The wineglass shattered against the fireplace, sending glittering shards across the polished floor. Red wine trickled slowly down the pristine white stone like fresh blood, staining it in crimson streaks. It was the same routine. Smile and get angry when she's alone. The same pattern. Outside the room, a young maid flinched at the sound. She instinctively reached for the doorknob before stopping herself. Over the past few days, every servant in the mansion had begun whispering among themselves. Whenever the Lockwood family was nearby, Miss Lena was graceful, gentle, and endlessly kind. But the moment she found herself alone... It was
Lena's smile froze. "Jade..." He met her eyes without hesitation. "I am married." The sentence landed harder than a slap. "You... were married to me first," Lena said sharply. "I was." Jade didn't deny. "But now, I'm married to Clara." His answer came instantly. "My wife deserves my respect." Lena bit the inside of her lip. "So touching." She forced a brittle laugh. "You've changed." Jade slowly rose to his feet. "No. I've simply learned the difference between my past... and my present." Without another word, he walked away, leaving Lena alone in the silent room. She remained seated, her nails digging so deeply into her palms that tiny crescent marks appeared across her skin. A few moments later, Clara stepped into the garden carrying a basket filled with freshly picked flowers. She planned to decorate the dining table before dinner, enjoying the peaceful afternoon as the cool breeze carried the scent of blooming roses through the air. She had barely reached the flower beds
Three days passed. The Lockwood mansion appeared peaceful on the surface. The children laughed as usual, filling the halls with their endless chatter and playful arguments. Clara continued preparing breakfast every morning before sending everyone off to school and work, while Jade buried himself in company matters during the day before returning home every evening to share dinner with his family. To anyone looking from the outside, everything seemed perfectly normal. Yet beneath that fragile peace, cracks had already begun to spread. The harmony everyone enjoyed came at the cost of one woman's growing obsession, and with every passing day, Lena felt herself slipping further into a darkness she could no longer control. Lena stood before the mirror inside her bedroom, studying her reflection with painstaking care. Her fingers brushed through her perfectly styled hair before lightly touching the flawless makeup framing her face. Her elegant dress hugged her figure exactly a
Clara pulled Sophie closer, pressing the little girl gently against her chest as the child’s sobs shook her small body. “Shhh…” Clara murmured softly, her voice low and comforting as she rubbed the girl’s back in slow, steady strokes. “It’s okay… you’re safe now. Mommy is here.” She let Sophie
The living room remained frozen in stunned silence after the slaps. No one moved. No one even seemed to breathe. Vanessa still sat on the floor exactly where she had fallen, her once elegant posture shattered as both hands clutched her burning cheeks. Her entire body trembled faintly as she
Clara’s heart shattered the moment she saw them. For a brief moment, she remained frozen at the top of the staircase, her fingers gripping the railing as a crushing wave of emotion surged violently through her chest. The three children looked painfully small standing in the center of the vast l
Clara's eyes flew open as a sharp, ragged gasp tore from her throat. Her chest heaved violently, as though she had just been dragged from the crushing depths of a frozen ocean, and her lungs burned as she sucked in air again and again, each breath loud and uneven. Her body trembled uncontroll







