All Chapters of I Am Their Mother: Rebirth Of The Wicked Stepmother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For several moments after Sophie’s laughter faded, Clara simply stood there, watching her. It was such a small moment, such a simple sound, yet it felt unbearably precious. In her previous life, Sophie had rarely laughed around her; most of the time, the little girl would shrink behind Lucas or Emily the moment Clara entered a room, like a frightened kitten hiding from danger. But now, Sophie looked at her with curiosity instead of fear, and that alone made Clara’s heart feel like it might burst. She reached out and gently smoothed a loose strand of hair behind Sophie’s ear. “There,” Clara said softly, tilting her head to examine the finished hairstyle. “You look absolutely adorable.” Sophie blinked at her reflection, eyes wide, and whispered, “…Pretty.” Clara chuckled warmly. “Yes, our Sophie is very pretty,” she agreed, lifting Sophie carefully off the counter. “Let’s go downstairs and see if your brother and sister are ready.” Sophie nodded shyly, and hand in hand

The waiting area outside the conference room carried a strange kind of tension-not loud, not chaotic, but heavy in a way that made the air feel thicker every passing second m.Clara stood quietly near the large glass window, overlooking the sprawling city skyline, her fingers loosely clasped together in front of her as she gazed out at the towering buildings that stretched across the horizon.From this height, the entire city appeared small and almost insignificant.Cars crawled along the roads like tiny moving dots, and people hurried along the sidewalks like scattered ants going about their day.But Clara wasn't truly seeing any of it. Her mind was elsewhere, fixed on one thing alone, the man behind the closed conference room doors... Jade Lockwood. Inside the room, voices rose and fell in steady discussion. Occasionally someone spoke more firmly. Occasionally a chair scraped lightly against the floor. And every once in a while, Jade's voice cut through the conversation-low, calm,

For several long seconds after Clara pressed that light, almost playful kiss to Jade’s cheek and delivered her bold little flirt, the hallway outside the conference room descended into a silence so deep it felt almost unnatural. It wasn’t the ordinary pause that followed the end of a conversation, nor the quiet lull that sometimes settled over a busy office corridor. No... this silence was thick, stunned, and heavy, like the world had been briefly wrapped in a layer of disbelief. Every executive, every assistant, every employee lingering near the conference room stood frozen exactly where they were, their bodies rigid as if time itself had abruptly forgotten how to move forward. Jade stood exactly where Clara had left him, Sophie still nestled comfortably in his arms, her tiny fingers absentmindedly clutching the expensive fabric of his tailored suit jacket. His dark gaze remained locked on Clara’s face with such intensity that it almost looked as though he were studying a puzz

Meanwhile, the mall was alive with a vibrant, almost intoxicating energy. Lively music drifted through the open spaces from different shops, blending with the constant hum of conversation, the cheerful laughter of children, and the occasional chime of glass doors opening and closing as customers came and went. The air itself seemed full of life, carrying a pleasant mixture of scents, fresh pastries from a nearby bakery, the rich aroma of roasted coffee drifting from a café across the atrium, and the faint sweetness of expensive perfumes floating out from a cosmetics boutique. Shoppers moved through the mall in relaxed waves, some carrying colorful bags, others strolling leisurely while chatting with friends or family as they wandered from one store to another, enjoying the easy comfort of an afternoon outing. Right in the middle of that lively crowd walked Clara with the three children beside her. Lucas walked slightly ahead, his posture stiff and cautious as his sharp eye

The atmosphere inside the mall had shifted so completely that it was almost unrecognizable. It drew eyes from every direction and wrapped the entire space in a suffocating kind of attention. What had started as a simple confrontation had turned into a spectacle, and at the center of it stood Clara, unmoved and untouched by the storm she had caused. In front of her, the manager looked like a man standing at the edge of a cliff, his back slightly bent, still on his knees, his hands trembling at his sides as sweat gathered along his forehead and slid down his temple, his panic so obvious it was almost painful to watch. “I...I sincerely apologize, Miss. Whitemore,” he stammered, bowing deeply, then again, lower this time as though trying to bury himself beneath the weight of his own mistake. “This was an unforgivable error. Please… please give me one more chance.” His voice cracked, raw and desperate, and when his gaze flickered sideways, something in him snapped into urgency a