Waking Up As the Villain's Mother

Chapter 1.I stepped into the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I could not help but admire the beauty standing in front of me while still grappling with the bizarre reality of my situation. As someone who had always been the observer, admiring the beauty of others, now I was the one in the spotlight, the center of admiration—and it felt surreal.But what is the use of this beauty if I will end up dead?Let me take you back to how I ended up here. Just a week ago, I was a single woman enjoying a national holiday, fully prepared to indulge in a webnovel marathon. My plan was simple: read all night and nap the day away, ordering takeout to satisfy my cravings. My friends were off exploring exotic destinations, but honestly, I couldn’t have cared less. There’s no place quite like home, right?I dove into a webnovel that spanned over a million characters. For me, despite the tedious fillers and clicheness, I was hooked—the author, Penelope, had crafted a somewhat engaging

Chapter 3.I could see that the chubby kid had a lively and extroverted personality, which was undeniably cute. Little did I know that it was all thanks to Lee and Kristine painting a rosy picture of me. This child, who had just started nursery school last year, rarely interacted with his mother. During the holidays, I often dropped him off at his grandparents’ house, and like many neglected kids, he would ask them if I didn’t like him, why I didn’t want to spend time with him, or if I even missed him. Lee and Kristine would reassure him that, just as his dad worked, I had my own responsibilities too. They explained that I was busy for his sake, and being so young, he believed them without question, especially since his friends had busy parents as well.By the end of my visit, I realized that it isn’t so bad being here. I could not understand why the previous Gwyneth resisted spending time at her parents' home. But I wasn’t her, so I will never know.I was treated well here. Lee kep

Chapter 5.Before I could react, the chubby kid bolted toward his dad like a little cannonball and crashed into Ajax's legs. “Dad!” he exclaimed, and Ajax instantly scooped him up, pressing a gentle kiss on his son’s chubby cheek, his eyes radiating warmth.“I missed you!” Dylan hugged his dad tightly, nuzzling his neck.When it came to affection, I could tell my place in his heart was far from being first. I had only just begun to treat him well, while he had spent far more time with his father. Then I remembered how he had started nursery school last year, where parents frequently attended events. The original Gwyneth had always deemed these gatherings tedious and never attended. Ajax had understood her well, always going alone to support their son.This family, the three of us, had rarely been together. So rare that the blue moon would be ashamed to reveal itself.This was also the first time Assistant Jean got to see me up close. I could almost see the surprise in his eyes—Dylan

Chapter 7.I knew Gwyneth wasn’t the same elevated character from the novel, but at least Ajax didn’t seem irritated by my fussing. That meant my antics were still within the bounds of his patience.'My tone might have softened,’ I thought as I relayed my idea. "If I can’t get used to staying here, that’s fine. But can’t you see that Dylan is just as uncomfortable? Let’s head back tomorrow. Home is definitely better than staying in a hotel." I continue to persuade.I considered my next words carefully. “Assistant Jean, you don’t need to change the plane ticket. I’ll handle it myself. You can go do your own thing. No need to worry about us.” I explained, trying to lessen the burden caused by my fussing.Looking at Assistant Jean, he was visibly taken aback by my attitude. My thoughts raced ahead; for the readers, this was merely fiction, but for me, it was now my reality. If Assistant Jean wasn’t with Ajax, the chances of an accident would be significantly lower.And I’m willing to ga

Chapter 9.The little one, after a long day of play, had succumbed to sleep, his head nestled comfortably on Ajax's shoulder. I watched him blink slowly, like a bleary-eyed little chick, exhausted from the day’s adventures. Nearby, a group of girls noticed the sight and smiled, their eyes twinkling with mirth and warmth. I could almost see their phones twitching in their hands, ready to snap a picture of this adorable moment. But Ajax’s imposing presence—a sheer aura of seriousness—kept them at bay; they seemed to think better of it.Finally, Dylan's eyelids drooped shut, and he drifted into a deep slumber, the soft sounds of his small snores punctuating the noise of the subway. It was both adorable and somewhat amusing. I couldn’t underestimate the difficulty that would come with carrying him for any length of time, having done it before. But now, I've eyed Ajax. There was no way I could take him from his strong arms without struggling—it would be futile. So, I glanced around, scan