All Chapters of Waking Up As the Villain's Mother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 10.After a long day of eating bread and not much else, I was definitely still hungry as the evening fell. The faint flicker of excitement coursed through me at the thought of being home soon. It was almost comforting, and my appetite surged. So I purchased two cups of instant noodles and a cooked ham sausage from the snack cart.Instant noodles held a nostalgic importance for me, reminding me of my childhood and adult life. Especially during my high school years when I moved to the city to live with my parents and face the burden of heavier coursework, eating in the cafeteria and later cramming in late-night snacks, instant noodles became a staple, my companion during late night work and delayed payment.Sitting on the train, with the familiar aroma wafting through the air, those instant noodles smelled incredible. I could feel my stomach rumbling, and I couldn’t wait to dig in. Instant noodles weren't particularly delicious but it’s good, they gave comfort to a hungry stomac

Chapter 12.It wasn’t that long after we arrived at our destination. Standing up while still holding Dylan, I thought Ajax would take him away from me but instead he took all of our luggage when he saw how I held Dylan dearly afraid of letting go.“Dyl how are you feeling?” I asked the little one who was nestled on my neck, arms wrapped on my neck as he rubbed his little face as if finding comfort and never letting go.“Tell mommy if you're uncomfortable.” I reminded him as I rubbed his back.He gave a weak nod, rubbing his eyes. “My throat feels funny,” he mumbled.I immediately looked

Chapter 14.My breath hitched, not expecting that question. I never thought that Ajax would ask, I didn’t even know how he heard the news.Trying to maintain persona, I nodded my head. “En, fortunately we got back home before the rain poured heavily.” it’s no use to lie so I might just admit it, but that doesn't mean I would tell the truth.In my work as a corporate slave, one must master the art of deliberant truth. This doesn’t count as lying since I’m telling the truth, but not entirely, just some truth.Ajax stared at me before nodding his head, not saying anything as always and went up. The light from the setting sun shone through the f

Chapter 16.After I changed into a nice outfit—a soft ivory blouse tucked into a pair of high-waisted linen trousers, paired with nude ballet flats and simple gold hoop earrings—I put on some light makeup: a bit of concealer, rose-tinted blush, and a glossy peach lip. It was enough to make me look fresh and put-together without trying too hard. Well if you're this pretty I guess it doesn’t matter.I spritzed on a subtle citrus perfume and headed downstairs, where the father and son duo were quietly sitting in the living room, each absorbed in their own world. Dylan was fiddling with a new toy car, and Ajax was checking his phone.I couldn’t lie that they look adorable, even in their own world they act the same.I tucked my hair behind one ear and asked casually, "Want me to drive, or do you want to drive?"Ajax blinked once, caught off guard. I supposed he still hadn’t fully processed the fact that I was joining today’s visit. But his face remained calm, composed. "You can drive," he

Chapter 18.When Dylan finally woke up, it was already four in the afternoon. By that point, I had finished watching two horror movies, snacking my way through the afternoon like a true couch potato.I wasn’t proud of it—but I kind of was.It's a similar feeling from before, my whole life had revolved around working, day and night, until the pressure was ingrained in my mind and body.. That's why a small break could put me uneasy, a psychological shadow. But if that small break snowballs into a prolonged vacation, my body would naturally forget the tension but my mind would be uncomfortable, always looking for work and yet too lazy to work.This idle, do-nothing lifestyle was starting to grow on me in a dang