Todos os capítulos de I Am Their Mother: Rebirth Of The Wicked Stepmother : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

"I'm sorry," Clara whispered, her voice barely audible, meant only for her. "I'm sorry, baby... it's okay... I'm here... I won't- I won't let anything hurt you... I promise... I'm right here." Her words faltered because she knew, because she remembered, because that version of her still existed somewhere beneath the surface, and Sophie had just seen it again, and that realization hurt more than anything else in that room. Slowly, the sobs softened, not gone, but quieter, as Clara pressed a kiss to her hair and stroked it over and over, grounding her, soothing her, while the room watched in silence. Because what they were witnessing now was not anger or confrontation Clara always showed towards the kids which they've witnessed before, but something deeper, something painfully human. But it did not erase what had happened, and it did not erase what still needed to be done. Clara straightened slowly, Sophie still in her arms, her expression no longer unrestrained but no less re

Clara’s gaze lifted, sweeping across the hallway-over the students, the teachers, the parents-every single one of them. And when she spoke, her voice was calm and steady, but it carried perfectly. "I was a bad mother." The words dropped into the silence like thunder, without hesitation, denial, or any attempt to soften them. Just truth, raw and unfiltered. And it stunned them. You could see it in the way their expressions shifted, in the way their whispers died before they could even form, in the way the woman's mouth parted slightly as though she hadn't expected that. "I was cruel," Clara continued, unwavering despite everything, despite every gaze, despite her children standing behind her. "I was impatient. I was harsh. I hurt them." A heavy pause followed, thick with everything left unsaid. "And I will regret that for the rest of my life." No one spoke. No one moved. Because this wasn't what they had prepared for. They had expected denial, excuses, anger-not accountabili

Jade's gaze slowly moved away from Clara, from his children, and returned to the others-to the principal, to the parents, to every single person who had stood there moments ago so confident in their judgment, so comfortable in their accusations-and then he nodded, just once, a small motion. But the effect was immediate and devastating. Because something about that nod, something about the quiet certainty behind it, made their confidence crumble, made reality settle in with brutal clarity, made their hearts drop as the weight of who they were standing against truly sank in. This was Jade Lockwood, a man whose name alone carried influence, whose reach extended far beyond the walls of this school, a man before whom entire industries bent without question, and they-foolishly, carelessly-had humiliated his wife and targeted his children in public. What were they thinking in the first place? No! It should be... Where did their confidence come from? The principal's face paled as the r

Jade’s gaze hardened as he scanned his children, and then he met Clara’s eyes, his expression betraying no hint of the internal conflict that was swirling within him. He was a man who had long kept his emotions tightly locked away. But right now, in front of his family, he had to make a choice. Without hesitation, he nodded. “Yes,” he said, his voice low but firm. “I’ll transfer all of you. You’ll be starting at a new school tomorrow.” A moment of silence followed, heavy with unspoken words. Then Sophie’s voice cut through the tension like a burst of sunlight. “Really?!” she squealed, clapping her small hands in excitement. “Yeeeaahhh!” Her pure joy was a stark contrast to the weight Jade had been carrying, and it almost made him smile. Emily, her face lit up with something disbelief, and repeated softly, “Really Daddy?” Her voice trembled with hope Jade nodded again, more slowly this time, his eyes searching her face for any sign of what was truly in her heart. For the first ti

There was a pause and then she said it. "You will bring the children to dinner tonight." The words hit everyone like a blow. There was no raised voice, no visible force behind it, and yet the impact was immediate, violent in its own way, like a slap that echoed without sound. Jade didn't just pause-he stilled completely, every muscle in his body locking into place with a precision that felt almost unnatural, as though something deep within him had switched instantly from calm to alert, from ease to calculation. His posture straightened subtly, his shoulders tightening, his entire presence sharpening into something dangerous, like a predator sensing a shift in the air and choosing-deliberately-not to move too soon. Across from him, Clara froze just as suddenly, her reaction instinctive rather than calculated, her fingers tightening around Sophie's small shoulder as she pulled the child closer without even realizing she was doing it, as if her body had already recognized a threat