I Am Their Mother: Rebirth Of The Wicked Stepmother
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.
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