All Chapters of Waking Up As the Villain's Mother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

Chapter 51.No, it hadn’t always been like this.Miranda stood frozen, heart pounding beneath the calm mask she fought to maintain. On the surface, she still looked composed—chin lifted, shoulders back—but inside, she was in complete disarray. When had Ajax started treating her so coldly? She couldn’t remember. There had been a time when she could make him smile faintly with a casual remark, when her presence wasn’t met with this wall of indifference.Had everything changed when she bypassed Assistant Jean to deliver the financial reports directly?Miranda didn’t know. All she knew was that the distance between them had grown into an impassable chasm. And right now, she had no idea how to cross it.Caught off guard and wounded, her voice slipped out before she could stop it—soft, aggrieved, and trembling. “Big Brother Ajax…”But Ajax didn’t even look at her. His eyes remained on his screen, expression unchanged. “You can go.”A sharp ache pierced Miranda’s chest. Just then, a knock o

Chapter 53.Dylan couldn’t have known it was Ajax’s birthday. That ruled out him as the source. And honestly, there weren’t many people left who still remembered the date. Most of the friends who used to celebrate it with him were now busy with their own lives—juggling families, careers, and the endless responsibilities of adulthood. Even if they hadn’t forgotten, they definitely didn’t interact with Gwyneth enough to have passed on the information. So how had she found out?As if sensing his unspoken question, Gwyneth calmly explained, “When I was looking through some documents earlier today, I happened to come across

Chapter 55It was warm yet I froze.Those few words from Dylan—"Mommy, I gave you lots of kisses. Don't hurt anymore"—completely blindsided me. My chest tightened, caught somewhere between laughter and tears.It took me a moment to catch up and understand what he meant.Of course. He was talking about childbirth. About the pain of bringing a little life into the world.Even though I had never experienced it myself, just using my toes to think—let alone my brain—I knew it had to hurt like hell. In modern times, we had c-sections and epidurals and all sorts of ways to dull the agony, but that didn’t mean it stopped there. A surgical cut through your abdomen and uterus might spare you in the moment, but the aftermath lingered—stitches, soreness, healing flesh. Months of tenderness. Maybe even years.And for the women who gave birth naturally… The pain of labor itself was legendary. A ten out of ten on the pain scale. No, some said it broke the scale entirely.I remembered how one of my

Chapter 57.After a long, contemplative discussion with Ajax, we reached a consensus: Dylan should stay on a leave of absence for the time being. The reports from the Snap parents’ group were alarming—more kids in his class were falling ill with unusual frequency. The pattern was clear enough: a rise in colds, fevers, and lingering coughs. It didn’t make sense to rush him back into the chaos of the classroom just yet. His immune system was still fragile, not yet fully developed, and with the recent outbreaks, sending him back felt like inviting trouble.So, for now, Dylan remained under my care.He had become my little sidekick—my shadow, my apprentice in this makeshift life I was trying to navigate. Every morning, he’d attend the spoken English class, sitting obediently at his tiny desk, repeating phrases after the teacher with a concentration that was almost comical. His bright eyes would light up every time he learned a new word, and he'd practice diligently at home, eager to sho