Todos os capítulos de I Am Their Mother: Rebirth Of The Wicked Stepmother : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Back at the mansion, the air felt different the moment Jade stepped inside. It was heavy, thick, and suffocating, like the walls themselves had already sensed what was about to unfold and were bracing for it. Conversations died the second he crossed the threshold. Even the faint clinking of cutlery had stopped, leaving behind a silence that felt unnatural, stretched too tight, like something would snap if anyone dared to speak too loudly. Jade didn’t remove his coat. Didn’t loosen his tie. Didn’t acknowledge anyone at the dining table, not his brothers, not their wives, not the relatives who had moments ago been talking so freely. He didn’t even look at them. And somehow, that was worse. Because his presence alone was enough to command attention. “Lucas.” His voice cut through the silence smoothly. The kind of calm that made people uneasy. Lucas, who had been standing stiffly near him, immediately straightened. For a brief second, he hesitated, not because he was afraid of Ja

The silence that followed Jade’s declaration barely lasted a second before it fractured completely. It was impossible for it not to. Not in a room filled with people who had spent their entire lives wrapped in wealth, authority, and the dangerous belief that power made them untouchable. Pride lived in every corner of that room. Ego sat at the table with them. And Gloria, of all people, was not a woman who tolerated defiance, especially not from her own son. For years, she had controlled every conversation with nothing more than a look. Her composure had always been flawless, sharpened into something elegant and intimidating all at once. But now, for the first time in a very long time, cracks began to show. Her fingers tightened slowly around the edge of the table, the diamonds on her rings catching the light as her hand trembled almost imperceptibly. Her breathing became sharper, more controlled in the way people breathed when they were trying not to explode. Then fin

“Wow! Then do it! Let me see who dared to threaten my family!” Every head snapped toward the entrance. “He doesn't need a bitch like you as a mother anyway!” The words cracked through the air like a whip, stunning everyone into silence. And then they saw her... Clara stood at the doorway breathing hard, fury radiating from her so intensely it felt almost untouchable. She clearly hadn’t taken time to prepare before coming. Her hair was still damp, dark strands clinging to her cheeks and neck. She wore simple clothes, slightly wrinkled, like she'd thrown them on in a rush without caring what anyone thought. Her face was flushed, chest rising and falling sharply from anger she was barely containing. But it was her eyes that froze the room. There was no fear or uncertainty. Only rage. Pure, blazing rage. "Mommy!" Both Sophie and Emily left their father and rushed to her. "My babies..." Clara crouched down immediately and engulfed them in a tight embrace. She closed her eyes a

The moment Emily’s trembling voice finally broke, splintering apart under the weight of everything she had been trying so hard to hold in, and Sophie’s quiet, silent nod followed right after, confirming every single word without needing to say a thing, something deep inside Clara didn’t simply crack under the pressure of it all... It shattered into multiple pieces. It shattered violently, completely, and with a finality that left no room for restraint, no space for reason, no trace of the cold detachment everyone in that room had once mistaken for her nature. “W- what did you say, baby?” Clara’s voice came out low at first, almost deceptively calm, so calm it was unsettling, like the eerie stillness before a storm that no one realizes is about to rip through everything in its path. But her eyes… her eyes had already changed completely, and there was no hiding it. They weren’t soft anymore. They weren’t distant, not cold, not indifferent. Rather... They burned. Sharp, feral

Then movement caught Clara's attention. A tiny shift near the doorway. Someone slowly trying to retreat unnoticed while everyone else's attention remained focused elsewhere. Clara's head snapped toward the movement immediately and her eyes narrowed. "John," she said softly. The man froze instantly. "Where do you think you're going?" Clara asked terrifyingly. John looked like a man who had just realized he was standing directly in front of an oncoming train. "I—I was just—" "Oh no you don't." Clara snapped. CRACK! The flower vase flew across the room so quickly that most people didn't even realize Clara had grabbed it until it left her hand. It struck John's shoulder with a sickening impact before exploding into countless ceramic fragments that scattered across the floor. John cried out loudly and collapsed onto one knee, clutching his arm. "My shoulder!" Even Gloria screamed this time around in shock. "You were there too!" Clara shouted as she stormed