All Chapters of I Am Their Mother: Rebirth Of The Wicked Stepmother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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[61] He's Just A Child My Ass

Who are his parents?!" A shift followed, subtle but inevitable, and at last two figures stepped forward-a man and a woman-moving slowly, reluctantly, as though each step cost them more than they were willing to admit. "That would be us," the man said, his voice tight, though unease crept through at the edges despite his effort. Clara's gaze settled fully on them and did not move, soften, or waver, as she studied them thoroughly, catching every flicker of discomfort, every tightening jaw, every defensive shift, every fragile crack in the composure they were trying so desperately to maintain. The woman lifted her chin, the man folded his arms, a silent show of strength that felt hollow the moment it formed, and Clara saw through it instantly. Then she took a step forward-not fast, not aggressive, but enough to make them stiffen, their breaths hitching almost imperceptibly. "What," Clara asked coldly, each word measured and deliberate, "do you have to say for your son?" Th

[62] Watch Me!

"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

[63] The Bitter Truth And Guilt

The boy's mother's voice cut sharply through the hallway, shrill with outrage and filled with something far uglier than fear-pride wounded, ego bleeding, and desperation clawing frantically for control that was already slipping through her fingers. "Stop right there!" she snapped again, her voice louder this time, as she stepped forward, each of her steps aggressive, as though sheer volume and presence alone could drag the situation back under her command. "You don't get to just walk away after threatening my child! Who do you think you are, huh? Acting like some righteous saint all of a sudden-after everything you've done?" Her voice didn't just echo in sound, it echoed in intent, in accusation, in invitation for trouble. Because it wasn't simply meant to stop Clara. It was meant to gather attention, to draw eyes, to summon judgment, to turn the entire hallway into an audience and a courtroom all at once. Clara paused, just for the briefest of a second. But she didn't turn

[64] How Dare You Talk To My Wife Like That?!

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

[65] Already Witnessed Everything

Clara hadn't expected him-no, not here, not now, not after everything that had happened just that morning. And for a moment, a single fragile, disorienting moment, everything else around her seemed to fade into nothingness, as though the world itself had been muted beneath the sheer, staggering disbelief that crashed through her chest the instant her eyes locked onto him. The noise disappeared, the tension dissolved into something distant and muffled, the accusing stares that had once felt suffocating lost their weight entirely. Because all she could see-all she could focus on-was him. Standing there... Real... Present... Unmistakably here. He wasn't supposed to come, not after the argument, not after the cold distance that had settled between them earlier that morning, unresolved and heavy. She could still remember it too clearly-the way she had stood by the door, her hand gripping the handle just a little too tightly, waiting, hoping, asking him to come with her, and th

[66] Consequences

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

[67] What Changed Your Mind, Jade?

By the time they finally stepped out of the school compound, the suffocating tension that had filled the hallways seemed to loosen just slightly as though a storm had already passed but left behind a faint, lingering heaviness in the air that refused to fully disappear. The gates stood open behind them, almost indifferent to everything that had just unfolded within those walls. Clara let go of Jade’s hand after they stepped outside. For a while, no one spoke. Clara walked beside Jade, not too close and not too far, just enough to feel his presence without actually brushing against it, as though there was still an invisible line between them neither of them quite knew how to cross yet. The children moved slightly ahead, their earlier distress already fading into something softer and quieter, replaced by the fragile kind of relief children carry when something bad finally comes to an end. Sophie hummed softly from Jade’s arms, her small fingers playing absentmindedly with the col

[68] It's Mother

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

[69] Can You Not Pick Up?

Clara’s eyes flicked toward the children, and in that moment, something in her expression changed. Her eyes tightened slightly, just enough to hint at the weight of whatever thoughts were creeping in, then softened in a way that suggested she was holding something back. She leaned into that softness like a shield, but there was an undeniable tension running through her, an invisible thread straining between her and the kids, bracing them for something they couldn’t yet name. Clara’s gaze moved between Sophie, Emily, and Lucas. She didn’t need to ask how they were feeling. The uncertainty in their eyes, the deep shadow of fear there, was more than enough. She exhaled slowly, as if trying to steady her nerves. She didn’t want to speak. But she leaned toward Jade, lowering her voice. “Can you not pick up?” she asked, almost to herself, though her words were meant for him. She was already sensing what would come, even before it happened. But it was already too late. And before Ja

[70] Threats

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

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