Todos los capítulos de I Am Their Mother: Rebirth Of The Wicked Stepmother : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Clara Whitmore lay sprawled across the cold marble floor, her body trembling faintly as a dark pool of blood spread beneath her like a blooming crimson flower. The chill of the marble seeped mercilessly into her skin, though under normal circumstances she would have hated such cold. Clara had always insisted the mansion’s heating remain high enough to chase away even the slightest hint of winter. Yet now the icy surface beneath her felt distant and insignificant compared to the pain tearing through her chest. Every weak heartbeat sent another violent wave of agony through her ribs, as if invisible claws were ripping her apart from the inside. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, each inhale scraping painfully against her lungs while every exhale drained what little strength remained in her body. Above her, the magnificent crystal chandelier glittered beneath the mansion’s soft lights, scattering tiny reflections across the room like frozen stars. Once, Clara had admired

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 living room, their figures dwarfed by the towering ceilings and elegant furniture that filled the Lockwood mansion. Lucas stood in front of his sisters like a silent shield. Even at fourteen, the boy already carried himself with the rigid composure of someone far older than his years. His shoulders were squared, his posture stiff, and his hands clenched tightly at his sides as though he were forcing himself not to react to the harsh scolding being hurled at them. His dark hair fell slightly messy across his forehead, and the sharp line of his jaw resembled Jade’s so strongly that it made Clara’s chest ache. But what hurt the most was the expression in his eyes. There was no childis

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 cry without interruption, holding her patiently while the storm of tears slowly passed. Several minutes slipped by before Sophie's loud sobs gradually weakened into quiet sniffles. Her small body relaxed bit by bit against Clara’s chest until the trembling finally eased.. Only then did Clara gently lift the girl’s chin and wipe away the damp streaks on her cheeks. “Good girl,” she murmured warmly. “You were very brave for telling me.” Carefully brushing away the remaining tears with her fingers, Clara placed Sophie back onto the couch. “Stay here, sweetheart,” she said with a reassuring smile. Sophie looked up at her with wide eyes, and Clara added softly, “I’ll handle the rest.”

Soon the aroma of freshly cooked food spread through the kitchen like a warm embrace, rich and inviting, wrapping around the room in a way that instantly softened the atmosphere. It wasn't the kind of elaborate, overly decorated cuisine usually presented at luxurious banquets, with fancy sauces artistically drizzled across spotless porcelain plates or tiny flakes of gold meant to impress wealthy guests and attract attention on social media. Instead, the dishes laid out on the table were simple and comforting-the kind of food that made a house feel alive and warm rather than grand and distant. There was steamed rice, soft and fragrant; tender stir-fried vegetables lightly coated in a glossy sauce; golden-fried eggs with crisp, irresistible edges; and a savory meat dish simmered slowly with garlic and spices that filled the air with an irresistible fragrance. The smell alone made even the kitchen staff unconsciously swallow as Clara finished plating everything before arranging t

With that thought, she stood up from the bed and walked toward the walk-in wardrobe. If she truly wanted to rebuild her relationship with the children, and eventually repair the broken bridge between herself and Jade, then she needed to start acting differently. No more tantrums, no more drama, no more selfishness. Opening the wardrobe, she scanned the rows of designer clothes neatly hanging inside. In the past, she loved flashy outfits that screamed wealth and status, but today she chose something simpler, a cream blouse, fitted jeans, and a pair of elegant yet comfortable heels. Nothing extravagant, nothing attention-seeking. Just something clean and refined. After changing, Clara walked over to the mirror and studied her reflection. The woman staring back at her looked almost the same as before, yet something had changed. Her eyes looked calmer, more thoughtful, more determined. Placing both hands on the dresser, she leaned slightly closer to the mirror and murmured