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Worst Fear 75

Worst Fear 75

Chapter 75 

Chapter 75 

Victoria 

I took one last look at my reflection before leaving the room

I had a lunch date with Mrs. Brooks and Mrs. Everett

Stepping out of the room, I closed the door and walked down the hallway. At the side of the hallway, there was a frame. In front of it, a maid was cleaning; she stopped and turned

She bowed, saying a greeting 

I walked past her

I held the rails as I walked down the stairs. It was already past 12 pm. Immediately I got to the sitting room, I was greeted by an unusual sight, an unusual presence

Mason was seated on the couch, and my daughter, Zoe, was in front of him 

I haven’t seen her for the past five years. She looked as young and pretty as she had always been

Was she here for a surprise visit? My steps slowed, you could barely hear my shoes clicking on the floor. Maybe they did hear but didn’t want to turn

They were too engrossed in the conversation they were having

What do you think? It’s been five days.Mason said, staring at his phone, his hand scrolling up and down. His brows are furrowed

I stopped on my track, listening to him. He rarely tells me things, and I know he has a good relationship with Zoe. He tells her everything, his fears, and joys, every single thing 

What if she blocked me?His words were drenched in concern

Who blocked him? Did Julia block him? But I spoke to her yesterday, and she said he has been ignoring her message

What was your last message to her?Zoe asked. She has a plate of grapes on her lap and puts one into her mouth

Mason lifted his head and adjusted on his seat

Nothing bad.” 

Can I see?Zoe asked, placing the plate of grapes on the table between them, before trying to reach for his phone. But he didn’t allow her to touch it

No,he paused as she returned to her earlier position. He then placed the phone into his pocket

It’s confidential” 

You wouldn’t let me see the message or tell me who the recipient is,Zoe said

You know what, I don’t want to hear what you have to say. I have no advice or help to offer, don’t bother me,” she turned away from him

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Chapter 75 

Ismile. Seeing them together brings old memories back

They have been inseparable since they were young 

Granted, Mason has always been older than her, but they had this sacred relationship I was always envious of 

I cleared my throat and began to walk towards them

My heels sharply clicked on the ground, and they both turned towards my direction, noticing my presence

But neither of them said anything or turned to me to acknowledge me

It pinches my heart that they never allowed me to be part of their friendship

I walked to Zoo. Zoe, my love. When did you come, is this a surprise?Lasked, hoping she’d stand for a hug, but she didn’t 

Even after five years, she couldn’t pretend to be happy when she saw me. I looked between both of them 

I dropped onto the couch Zoe was seated on, forcing myself onto the little space between us. She adjusted, creating a bigger space. But I wanted to be near her, so I adjusted to her

I wrapped my hand around her and pulled her to myself. My daughter, mama, has missed you so much,I said to her

How have you been?she didn’t hug me back 

She felt stiff in my embrace

I’m fine.She said and moved away from my hug. I bit my lower lips

I ruined my relationship with Zoe to get Lydia out of my son’s life. Don’t blame me; I have tried to amend the relationship 

Several times I have tried to speak to her. I wanted to spend time with her. Distance wasn’t a barrier since we had the financial capacity to see daily if we wanted to

However, no matter what I did, visited, or sent gifts, letters, or messages, they were not reciprocated. She never welcomed me. I never saw her all those times I went away

Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder. We may never have spoken about it, but I know she knew

She knows I was aware of what my late husband did to her

I kept quiet about it because I needed to keep my family together. If Mason had come to find out about it, he would have made sure he killed him with his own hands

I didn’t want that; I wanted a family others were envious of

I had friends and was a member of various clubs. I needed to keep my life and family together to be held in the high regard they did and be respected 

The only stain and dissatisfaction I had in my family was Lydia, and I removed her from my life

I reached to touch Zoe’s hair, but she moved away from my touch

I dropped my hand

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When did you come? How long have you been around? You should have told me you were coming, then I’d have welcomed you at the airport myselfI said, she moved backwards, and I didn’t try to move towards her 

I don’t want this to be more awkward than it already was

I’ve been around for five daysShe said. Or is it a week? Host count.” 

My eyes widened, and I tried to mask the disappointment I felt. She has been around, and didn’t think it would be nice to reach out to me

I felt disappointed. My stomach turns within me

Where have you been staying?I asked, You should have come home.I said sternly

I was with Mason.” 

I turned to Mason, You knew she was back? He is back to staring at his phone, still on the message I suppose

I did.He said without lifting his head

Why didn’t you tell me?I tried to maintain a calm voice, but my tone betrayed the hurt, anger, and disappointment I felt within

Zoe stood up, It doesn’t matter now

ow, I’m here now, aren’t I?she didn’t wait for my response

I’m tired. I’ll take a nap.She walked to Mason and dropped a peck on his cheeks

Bye, bro. Don’t forget your promise.” 

I won’t.I watched her leave before turning to face Mason

Why would you do this? Why keep her from me?I was more disappointed in him. He was older, and he should know these things more than her to take her home; instead, he allowed her to stay in his penthouse

She didn’t want to come; I couldn’t force her.He said, removing his eyes from his phone

I inhaled sharply, trying to let it go. Zoe was home; that’s all that matters

It was time to talk about Julia

Julia said you’ve been ignoring her calls.I went straight to the point

Have I?He asked nonchalantly

Yes. You know you have.” I said in an accusatory tone

You should speak to her. She’s not happy. This is getting to her really bad.” She had important news to share

Okay.” That was all he said, and then he stood and walked away, I’m off. I have a meeting I bite the inside of my mouth

Mason appeared again, Mom, I don’t know what’s going on with you and Zoe. But seeing how she’s think it’s highly fine you resolve it. I’m quite sure whatever it is, you’ve not apologized.” 

Why do you think I should be the one to apologize?I asked

gry after five years,

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He pressed his lips together

We both know you are.He turned. I heard the door open and close and dropped down on the couch

There was no way he knew about Zoe and that bastard of my husband. No way he did, right

I shook my head. If he did then he would have said something 

Before I got to the agreed restaurant, I stopped at a shopping mall to grab a new bag. My mood was ruined, and I needed something to boast about before appearing before my friends

It did the magic

I picked up a black bag

They were already waiting at the table when I got there. We exchanged pleasantries 

You mean your daughter is finally back?Mrs. Everett said when I told her about Zoe

I smiled and nodded

I’ve heard so much about her from you, and I look forward to meeting her.” 

You will soon. And that sweet girl missed her mom so much,I said, placing my hand on my chest, she hugged me so tight I was scared I’d break.I placed my hand over my lips, hiding a chuckle

And then she gave me this.I placed my bag on the table

A bag.” 

That’s so pretty.It was Mrs Brooks

Yes. I know.” 

I liked it, all my worries, disappointment and anger washed away as I stared at their envious eyes

I smirked. This is what I live for, showing my family off to the world

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IAD 

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Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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Worst Fear Synopsis : Worst Fear

Lydia’s world was already a crumbling ruin long before she collapsed on the cold, bleach-slick tiles of Westgate Prison. She had been serving her sentence with quiet endurance, forcing herself to survive each monotonous day. Cleaning floors, enduring the harsh routine, and trying to numb her thoughts had become her way of life. But as she gripped the mop handle, her body betrayed her — dizziness washed over her, and before she could steady herself, the world went black.

When she regained consciousness, Lydia found herself lying on a thin mattress in the prison hospital. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled her lungs, and her head ached violently. A familiar figure stood by her bedside — Nurse Gloria, a kind-hearted woman often whispered about by the inmates for her compassion. Lydia had never personally interacted with her before; she preferred keeping her distance from everyone. But this time, she had no choice.

Gloria spoke softly, her voice calm and motherly. “You fainted during your shift,” she explained. Lydia, groggy and disoriented, nodded faintly. Fainting wasn’t unusual for prisoners — malnutrition, exhaustion, and stress were daily realities in Westgate. But Gloria’s next words didn’t fit the routine explanation. She leaned in, her tone serious and almost secretive. “I ran some tests to see why you collapsed.”

Lydia’s brows furrowed. Tests? The nurse’s expression made her heart race. Something was wrong. And then Gloria said it — words that hit Lydia like a lightning strike.

“You’re three months pregnant.”

For a moment, Lydia’s world went silent. The walls, the lights, the nurse — everything faded into a blur of disbelief. Pregnant? That couldn’t be right. Her throat went dry as she tried to process the impossible. Three months. Her hands instinctively flew to her stomach, pressing against the rough fabric of her prison uniform. There was nothing — no bump, no sign of life — yet Gloria’s certainty left no room for denial.

Lydia’s first reaction was refusal. “No,” she whispered. Her voice trembled. “That can’t be right.” But Gloria simply nodded, her expression heavy with empathy. “It’s right, Lydia. I double-checked the results myself.”

The truth settled like a stone in Lydia’s gut. The symptoms she’d ignored — the morning dizziness, the fevers, the missed periods — suddenly made sense. Deep down, she knew this was no mistake. Panic clawed at her chest as she realized what this meant. Her past — the one she’d buried so carefully since the day she was arrested — came rushing back. The man she had loved, the night she had tried to forget, the betrayal that had shattered her life.

Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall in front of Gloria. She couldn’t afford weakness here. Her voice was barely a whisper when she pleaded, “Please… you can’t tell anyone. No one can know about this.”

Gloria studied her for a long moment. Lydia could see the internal conflict behind the nurse’s eyes — between her duty to report and her compassion for the broken woman before her. Finally, Gloria sighed softly and nodded. “I won’t say a word,” she promised. Relief washed over Lydia like a wave, but it was fleeting. Gloria wasn’t finished. “But you have to promise me something too. You’ll come back for regular checkups. No skipping, no excuses. You and the baby need to be monitored. Do you understand?”

Lydia nodded mutely, emotion choking her voice. She didn’t trust herself to speak. The nurse gave her hand a gentle squeeze before stepping away to inform the guards that Lydia needed rest.

The walk back to her cell felt endless. Two guards flanked her on either side, but she barely noticed them. Her mind was spinning, replaying Gloria’s words over and over — three months pregnant. Each repetition felt like a hammer blow. She stumbled into her cell, collapsing onto the thin, creaky cot. The metal door slammed shut behind her, sealing her inside with the suffocating truth.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time before curling up on her side. Her trembling hands hovered over her stomach, fear twisting in her chest. She could barely keep herself alive in this place — how could she protect an unborn child? Westgate wasn’t meant for fragile things. It was a graveyard of hope, a place that crushed even the strongest spirits. What kind of life could she possibly give her baby behind these bars?

The tears she had fought earlier now spilled freely, sliding down her cheeks as silent sobs wracked her body. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if she could shield the tiny life inside her from the cruelty of the world beyond her cell walls.

For the first time in years, Lydia prayed. Not for freedom, not for revenge — just for strength. For the chance to protect this unexpected child growing inside her.

As she turned her hand, the faint glint of her wedding band caught her eye. The ring mocked her, its shine a cruel reminder of the life she had lost. Three months ago, everything had been perfect — or so she thought. Her marriage had felt like a fairy tale. Even though her in-laws despised her, she had still believed love could conquer everything. Her husband had been her safe haven, her anchor.

Until the night everything fell apart.

The memory was sharp and unforgiving — flashing lights, police sirens, his face twisted in disgust as she was dragged away in handcuffs. The betrayal in his eyes had hurt worse than the accusation itself. That image haunted her still, burned into her mind like a scar that would never fade.

Now, lying in that cold, dim cell, Lydia finally understood how deep her despair ran. The baby inside her was both a curse and a fragile glimmer of hope. A connection to the man she once loved — and the life she could never return to.

As exhaustion finally claimed her, her last thoughts were of him — the man she’d once trusted more than anyone. His expression, full of hatred and disbelief, was the last thing she saw before the darkness took her again.

And for the first time, Lydia realized she wasn’t just a prisoner anymore. She was a mother — trapped in a place where love and life were luxuries no one could afford. But no matter what, she silently vowed: she would find a way to protect her baby, even if it meant fighting the entire world from behind these bars.

 

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