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Worst Fear 92

Worst Fear 92

Chapter 92 

Chapter 92 

Lydia 

I never expected Julia to keep to her words about sending the invitation until I saw the invite two days ago. I was expected to bring a date, and Marcus offered to accompany me

I always thought she was kept in the dark about my true relationship with Mason, and the invitation she sent confirmed it

Maybe Mason didn’t tell her about his exwife, but he had no reason to keep it a secret

Mia picked my dress, and as she always did, she picked the best

The party was about to begin when we arrived. My arrival was enough to grab the attention of everyone in the room. They all knew Lydia Mason’s exwife

But Lydia was dead, which is why Alissa Brooks was unrecognisable

I walked into the hall with Marcus by my side, smiling and saying a greeting to all I passed

Mason pulled his mother away, and Julia followed suit. I knew he had no idea that I would be coming to the engagement party. I could tell from his message

For a long time, I contemplated sending a reply but decided against it. What better surprise than having him see me at the party

I found a spot close to the place where they were seated. I was soon swamped by people, mostly asslickers, trying to suck up to me while others were super curious about my relationship with Marcus

He was seen everywhere with me. I am surprised that it took this long before rumors began drifting around

When asked about my relationship with Marcus, I gave a vague answer, About that, no comment for now.” 

I felt Mason’s piercing gaze on my back. It was time to say hi and congratulate him on his engagement. I turned to him

Congratulations on your engagement,and to Julia I said, Thank you for inviting me.” 

-The pleasure is mine, Julia answered, but her tone was sharp. The glee written over her features whenever she saw me was gone, now replaced with something indecipherable

Marcus stood beside me and placed his hand on the small of my back, and I saw Mason’s jaw tick

I hope your future together is filled with happiness,Marcus said, the smile evident in his voice

Of course, it will be filled with so much happiness, so the past doesn’t come to mind anymore,Julia said, looking pointedly at 

  1. me

Okay, maybe I was wrong. Julia actually knows about me and must have been pretending not to know, or she just found out about 

me 

Her message underneath the words was clear, You are his past and I am his future

Well, dear girl, if only you knew I was in no competition with you for his attention, cause it’s already mine. I smirked as I looked at her and that irritated her even more

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The party soon kicked off, and Mason made a show of placing a ring over her finger. Victoria kept glaring at me frore stood, and I returned each glare with a smile

I took a cocktail glass from one of the passing waiters and raised it to my lips

Iturned to find Zoe’s eyes pinned on me. She swallowed when our eyes met

She stood and began walking towards me

Do you know her?Marcus asked as Zoe kept crossing the distance between us. She has been staring at you for a while now.” 

Yes. She is Mason’s sister,I replied, twirling the glass I held 

Zoe,I called out when she got closer

Hey!She said when she stood closer. I didn’t think I’d see you here.” 

The entire family doesn’t seem to like my presence here. Did you send an invite to mock me?I questioned. She shook her head and waved her hand at the same time

No no, of course not.She paused and looked around, I’m just so happy to see you.” Slow music resounded in the hall and some people were beginning to dance

Hmm.She looked between me and Marcus and then said, Can I speak to you?” 

Aren’t we doing just that?” 

I mean alone.I settled my glass on the table between us. I’ll give you ladies a minute,Marcus said and walked away

Hope whatever you have to say is important,I said, watching Marcus’s back. She nodded

Can we go somewhere quiet?” 

She led me through the door I had seen Mason pulling Victoria through earlier

What do you want to say?I questioned

You didn’t get back to me? I’ve been waiting for your message all week,She said

I will when it’s the right time,I said to her and she gave a slight nod. I could tell she had more she wanted to say, go on. Say what you want to say.” I reminded her that I do not bite

About that day.Her words came out slowly. I have been thinking about it andshe paused

Zoe!At the sound of her name, she paused and turned around. Victoria stood behind us

She glared at me, I see what you are doingShe sneered, trying to manipulate my daughter into lying.” 

Mom, what are you saying

Shut it!She snapped at Zoe. You will not speak about that day. I forbid you from speaking to Lydia anymore

It’s Alissa.I corrected her gently

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She snorted, Try as you want, you will never be able to change being Lydla.She said 

Okay, I was done here

Zoe, it seems our conversation will have to come to an end.I started walking away, Keep your words

I will. I’ll be waiting for your text.She said behind me

What text? You won’t be seeing her. I forbid you from going toHer words trailed off as closed the door behind me. It took a while for me to calm myself

My eyes wandered across the hall in search of Marcus. I found him speaking to some men

Before I could take the first step, I felt his hand on mine, pulling me away with him

What are you doing?asked as he led me out of the hall

We stood in a dim hallway. Why did you pull me away and-My words were cut short when he stopped abruptly. My back hit the wall, and he stood in front of me, towering above me

*Mason, what if someone

sees us?I asked

He placed his head on my shoulder, You’ve been ignoring my messages.” 

It’s your engagement today.I reminded him in case he forgot

You’ve been on my mind all through Lydia.” 

His hands found my lips, and he stroked the bottom lip. I suppressed a moan, having him this close to me was doing things to my body

Mason, are you even listening to me? I’m a guest at your party, and you should treat me like one.I demanded, although I had no intention of pushing him off. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the side when his lips met my neck

He nibbled on my skin, and my breath heightened

You came with Marcus. Did you do that to make me jealous?” 

Why would I do that, you think tooAHHI couldn’t suppress the moan anymore. My legs felt weak when his hand covered my breast, and he squeezed it lightly

I’m losing myself to you, Lydia. You have no idea what you do to me, even when you are far away, I don’t want to see you with Marcus.” 

I finally got a grip on myself and pushed him off me

You have no right to say that to me,I stated firmly. Who I date or be with has nothing to do with you,I stated. You are engaged.” 

You know I have a reason for being with Julia. She’s pregnant.For some reason, I felt a crack in my chest

I was pregnant too. You abandoned me and your twins, and now you are sticking with Julia and her fake pregnancy 

I took a step back, shaking my head, I’d appreciate it if you keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Woods. We can’t keep this up 

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Before he could say another word, I walked off

I stepped into the restroom even though I wasn’t pressed

I washed my hands and touched my makeup. I was about to leave when the door opened and she stepped in, locking the door behind her

She crossed one hand over the other and glared at me, Hello, Mason’s past.” 

Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
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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