I Am Their Mother: Rebirth Of The Wicked Stepmother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

After Jade and the kids were gone, Clara decided to check the CCTV footage to see who or which company delivered the parcel. She stood motionless in front of the large monitor in the mansion's security room, her eyes never leaving the screen as the CCTV footage replayed for what had to be the fifth time. The security guard standing beside her remained respectfully silent, not daring to interrupt as the white delivery truck rolled slowly toward the front gate. The guards outside stopped it, carried out the routine inspection, exchanged a few words with the driver, and, after confirming he was supposedly delivering a parcel, allowed the vehicle through with little suspicion. A man wearing a face mask and the uniform of a delivery company stepped down, handed over the large brown envelope, signed a document, nodded politely, and drove away less than two minutes later. Everything looked normal—painfully normal. In fact, it looked far too normal. Clara narrowed her eyes. "Pause it

The letters never stopped coming. If anything, they became bolder. At first, an envelope arrived once every week, tucked neatly inside the Lockwood estate's mailbox as though it had every right to be there. Then the gap between each delivery shortened—every five days, then every three. Sometimes two letters would arrive within the same week, each one more venomous than the last. It was almost as though the mysterious sender had grown impatient, as though they had been waiting for Clara to break... for her smile to disappear, for panic to cloud her judgment, for suspicion to poison her heart until she began questioning everyone around her. Whoever was hiding behind those anonymous envelopes seemed convinced that sooner or later, the cracks would begin to show. They believed fear was only a matter of time, that persistence would eventually wear her down. But that day never came. Every envelope received exactly the same treatment. Clara would calmly open it, unfold the pape

For a brief moment, nothing happened. Then the paper curled inward before a small orange flame appeared, spreading across the envelope in slow, hungry waves. The edges blackened, and within seconds, every hateful word, every cruel threat, and every calculated attempt to poison Clara's happiness disappeared beneath dancing flames until nothing remained except drifting ash. "We did it!" Sophie jumped excitedly. "We burned it!" Emily clapped happily. "Mission accomplished." Lucas smiled despite himself. "That was... actually satisfying." The kids had no idea what was inside the envelope. And they didn't bother to ask to. As long as Clara asked them to do something, they'd do it with so much enthusiasm. Even a little task from Ckara filled their hearts with happiness. Jade slipped an arm around Clara's waist. "What was the reason behind this again?" Clara's eyes drifted beyond the estate walls, toward the towering trees and the quiet road stretching beyond the front gates. Her vo

Jade's grip on the iPad tightened until his knuckles turned white, the muscles in his jaw clenching so hard that a vein became visible along his temple. She had been carrying this burden alone for weeks—perhaps even months. All this time, she had laughed with the children, cooked their favorite meals, teased him mercilessly whenever the opportunity presented itself, played games in the living room, and read bedtime stories with the same gentle smile that had slowly become the heart of their home. Yet behind that smile, she had been silently carrying whatever nightmare was hidden inside those envelopes, choosing to bear it by herself rather than allowing anyone else to worry. The realization settled heavily inside his chest, leaving behind a mixture of anger, guilt, and helplessness that he hadn't felt in years. His attention shifted toward another recording—the day Clara had gathered the entire family in the garden to burn one of the mysterious letters. At the time, he

Far away from the bustling heart of the city, where endless traffic, towering skyscrapers, and glittering lights never seemed to sleep, was a place that almost no one knew about. Hidden behind towering wrought-iron gates, surrounded by acres of dense forest that stretched for miles in every direction, stood an estate that had somehow escaped every public record, every digital map, and every curious eye. Even satellites seemed incapable of capturing more than a blur of endless trees. Those who accidentally wandered too close would somehow lose their way before ever reaching the gates, while those who deliberately searched for it always returned empty-handed... or were killed on the spot. It was as though the estate itself had chosen to remain invisible to the outside world. Yet behind those towering gates lay a magnificent mansion built from flawless white marble, its elegant architecture rivaling the grandest palaces in Europe. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflected the morn