My Ex’s Jealousy and My Six Perfect Kids

My ex-husband despised me for being infertile. Three years after our divorce, I have six kids, each with a different father.

My ex-husband's face darkened. "Elara Vance, you’ve moved on so seamlessly!"

The green tea brigade thought I was juggling six men and planned to expose my true nature to everyone.

But, to their surprise, all six of my kids stood by me.

“Elara is our mom! No one can take her away!”

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At the Silverwood School parent-teacher conference, my ex-husband and I ended up standing at the entrance at the same time.

“Elara?”

He stared at me, clearly shocked.

It wasn’t surprising, really. Back then, I was overweight and didn’t know how to dress. Now, I was slim and stunning, with long wavy hair, wearing a brown fur jacket and a pair of chic heels. My mature, confident aura was unmistakable.

I was a different woman now—one he couldn’t reach.

I purposely pretended not to recognize him, removing my oversized sunglasses to reveal my flawless face.

“So, it’s you, Cedric,” I said with feigned surprise. “I almost didn’t recognize you. How have you aged so much in just three years?”

Cedric's expression darkened with anger. His gaze involuntarily flicked to the child by my side, and he froze.

When he realized what he was seeing, his face twisted in frustration. “Three years since our divorce, and you already have a son who's about seven or eight? Elara, you’ve been cheating on me, haven’t you?!”

I couldn’t help but smirk.

Did he really think everyone was like him, hopping from one affair to another at the drop of a hat?

I casually pulled Silas closer and introduced him, "Don't misunderstand. I recently remarried, and this is my new son."

Silas Quinn, the mischievous little troublemaker from second grade, shot a glare at my ex-husband, clearly sizing him up.

Though Silas was young, he was quite handsome, and it wasn’t hard to imagine his father was a good-looking man.

Cedric's face showed signs of jealousy. After all, he had sworn that I’d never find someone better than him after our divorce.

Through clenched teeth, he muttered, "Don’t think I don’t know. In the three years since our divorce, you’ve had six different men. Elara, you’re always jumping from one to the next!"

Oh? So, after all this time, he’d just been obsessively tracking my every move?

I decided to rub it in. “Yep, six boyfriends. Each one better-looking than you, loving me with everything they’ve got. And now I’m pain-free, happily playing the mom role. It’s great!”

Cedric's face turned greener than the grass under our feet.

In a good mood, I hummed a tune and started walking away with Silas.

"Who’s that?" Cedric’s voice was sharp. "I warn you, if this blows up, you’ll owe me ten times the compensation according to our contract."

Silas whispered in my ear.

“Don’t worry, his kid’s in first grade, and you’re in second, so no one will notice.”

I was prepared for this. Even if I did run into Cedric, I wasn’t worried.

That’s right, I wasn’t Silas’s stepmother. I was just the woman he hired online.

After my divorce, I unintentionally pretended to be a mother at a parent meeting for a little kid.

Thanks to my natural maternal instincts, everyone believed me without a doubt.

So, I started a business: playing the role of a mother for kids from single-parent families during their school events.

All those rumors Cedric had heard? They were just me attending activities with my clients.

I had no idea that this little business would be so popular. Many people reached out to me, asking if I could be their kids’ “mom” for the day.

Silas was my fifth “son.”

At the moment, Silas, looking serious, said, “Do well today, and my dad will give you more money later.”

I gave him a playful wink. Honestly, the money wasn’t my main goal; I was just filling the void of not having kids of my own.

But then, Silas transferred me fifty thousand as a deposit and casually mentioned it was just his pocket money for the month.

Haha, looks like I’m dealing with the naive son of a rich family.

Silas led me into the classroom.

Inside, a few kids were whispering to each other. Their voices were just loud enough for me to overhear.

“Do you think Silas’s parent is coming today?”

“I heard his mom cheated and ran off with some other uncle!”