Alle Kapitel von I Am Their Mother: Rebirth Of The Wicked Stepmother : Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

The moment the mansion doors swung shut behind them, it felt as though an invisible chain wrapped around everyone's chest had finally loosened. The ugly events that had unfolded inside those walls were still fresh in their minds, but at least they were outside now. At least there was distance between them and the suffocating atmosphere they had endured. The cool evening air brushed across their faces as they descended the wide stone staircase together, and for the first time in what felt like hours, breathing didn't feel difficult. The children no longer instinctively pressed themselves against the adults for protection. The crushing tension that had been hanging over their heads all evening seemed to fade little by little with every step they took away from the mansion. For several moments, nobody spoke. It wasn't because they had nothing to say. If anything, there was far too much to say. The silence simply came from exhaustion. The kind of exhaustion that settles d

After several more moments of merciless teasing from both Clara and the children, the group finally resumed walking toward Clara’s car. At least, that was what everyone thought was happening. Unfortunately, everyone had forgotten one very important fact. Clara had not actually calmed down. She was smiling. No! She was grinning evilly. Which should have been the first warning sign. Anyone who knew Clara well understood that her smiles came in different categories. There was her happy smile... Her affectionate smile... Her mischievous smile... And then there was this smile... The smile she wore when her brain had already committed a crime and was simply waiting for her body to catch up. Jade noticed it almost immediately. Years ago he probably wouldn't have. Now? He had developed survival instincts. The moment that smile appeared, every alarm bell in his head started ringing. His eyes narrowed. "What are you planning?" Clara looked up innocently. The

The drive home should have been quiet. After everything that had happened at the mansion, after the screaming, the shattered glass, the unconscious relatives, and the complete destruction of two luxury cars, any reasonable person would have expected a tense silence to fill the car. Unfortunately for everyone involved... Little Sophie existed. And Sophie had absolutely no intention of being quiet. The moment the car left the estate grounds, she practically bounced in her seat, her eyes sparkling with excitement as though she had just returned from the greatest amusement park in human history. "Mommy threw the rock like this!" She demonstrated enthusiastically with both arms. "Then BOOM!" Emily immediately burst into laughter as Lucas groaned. "No, that's not what happened." Sophie whipped her head toward him. "Yes it did!" "No." Lucas pointed confidently. "You got the order wrong." "I didn't!" "You did." "I didn't!" "You did." Little Sophie gasped dramatically as thoug

Finally... The children were asleep. After what felt like an endless day filled with fight, chaos, noise, laughter, running feet, endless questions, and emotional exhaustion, a rare silence had finally descended upon the house. The hallways that had been bustling with activity only a few moments ago were now empty. It was peaceful in a way Clara had almost forgotten existed. The house felt calm, still, and quiet. For the first time all day, nobody needed her. Nobody was calling her name. Nobody was crying. Nobody was fighting. Nobody was demanding snacks at impossible hours. The chaos had finally surrendered to the night. With a tired sigh, Clara made her way back to the master bedroom. The moment she stepped inside, however, a familiar ache settled heavily in her chest. The room was beautiful. It was everything a woman could ask for. Spacious and elegant, with expensive furniture, soft lighting, luxurious décor, and a bed large enough for an entire family to sleep comfo

Clara stared at the kitchen in absolute horror, her entire body frozen as her eyes slowly swept across the disaster before her. Smoke still lingered stubbornly in the air despite every window being thrown open. The once-pristine marble countertops were covered in flour, mysterious splatters, and what looked suspiciously like burnt egg fragments. A cutting board lay abandoned on the floor. Several kitchen utensils had somehow ended up in places they had absolutely no business being. One spatula was hanging from a chandelier. Nobody knew how. The frying pan sitting on the stove looked very traumatized. The kitchen itself seemed to be mourning. Every chef, maid, and kitchen assistant stood silently around the room wearing identical expressions of emotional devastation. "What..." Clara finally whispered. Her voice shook. "...happened here?" The head chef looked as though he had aged ten years in the past hour alone. His eyes glistened with tears and frustration. Only G9d knows