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Worst Fear 127

Worst Fear 127

Chapter 127 

Lydia 

She leaned forward and clasped her hands together, one side of her lips raised to the side as she spoke, Believe what you want,She said enunciating each word

I balled my fist under the table, still keeping a smile on my lips, trying as hard as I could not to expose my anger

I leaned into the chair, squared my shoulders, and crossed my legs, giving an air of authority. Mary, whoever told you I am alive may also have said a few things, likeI paused, raising my manicured finger to my eye level, and I studied them nonchalantly

I am no longer a pushover.I looked towards her, hoping she got the gist. Disgust twisted my stomach as I watched her face twist 

Not to kiss my own ass, I am now powerful, the type you run flimsy errands for,I said, so she understands that she is below me. I will not be repeating myself,I said, through gritted teeth, who asked you to start a fire in the prison. Think before you speak this time.I advised

No matter how angry she was, my words seemed to sink. She finally got the grasp of who the boss was around here

No, start speaking,I ordered

I told you already. I don’t know her name, the only thing I know is that it was a woman.” 

Then how did you get the instructions?” 

No one asks for a name in such a deal,” she said and then continued, you’ve obviously not hired someone like me before, you don’t know the hang of things like this.She sneered

I got the instructions from my brother, not directly from the lady. But,She inhaled sharply and dug her hand into her pocket, I do have a piece of recording,” she placed a flash drive on the table. This contains a call recording between the woman and my brother, you may be able to identify her,She said

I squinted, not sure if I should believe her. A few seconds passed before I reached for the drive. She held on to it, You don’t think you’d be getting this for free?She raised one brow

I dragged the flash drive roughly, getting a hold of it, You should be grateful I am not handing it over to the police.I said, I have the drive for Mia. Can I go now?Mary asked flatly

Not until I’m sure this flash drive isn’t fake.I am not a fool; she can push an empty flash drive into my hand, and I won’t just accept it blindingly

Suit yourself.” 

Mia went to the car and returned with a laptop. After that, she connected it to the laptop, and we were finally able to listen to the recording

I didn’t need to play everything before I recognised the voice. 

Victoria,I said under my breath 

Mason was right after all

We never planned to plant the pen, I lost it in the process, it was supposed to be one of my pays,” Mary said

I doubt the pen was your only benefit. What else did she promise you?I asked

Mary extended both hands to the side, freedom. I chose a lower sentence, which is why I can speak to you.” 

And you think that was worth my life?My heart broke as I questioned her. She was silent, not answering it. I pushed my chair back. I was done here; I got the answers. I didn’t need to keep staring at her face

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Chapter 127 

You aren’t settling the bill for the coffee?She asked after me. I had left my cup untouched, and so had Mia

I didn’t answer and just walked to the car. Before the car left, Mary knocked on the windscreen and I rolled it down

You won’t be using that file against us, right?She asked in a soft voice. I smirked, It depends.I said

The glass moved up, but she knocked on it again. What did she want this time

For what it’s worth, I want to apologise to you. I’m trying to start a new life, but sometimes my past comes hunting after me.” 

She looked at me with hopeful eyes. She wants forgiveness? Never! What has she done to earn it? I don’t dash out forgiveness, and I believe greatly in paying back

I looked her straight in the eyes, No, I do not forgive you. I hope you suffer more hell than you put me through.” 

By the time I got back to the office, it was already late. I was glad I asked Mia to clear my schedule earlier so I had nothing else to do

I didn’t go home because I wanted time to think, away from the twins

Clutching the flash drive in my hand, I played the recording over and over again in my head

Victoria tried to kill her grandchildren. She hated them so much that she’d rather kill them and me. The divorce wasn’t enough for her. I inhaled sharply, wondering how much joy she had felt when she received news of my death

It finally dawned on me that I have been projecting my anger towards the wrong person. Mason didn’t deserve anything I did to him. It was all Victoria

My heart ached. I leaned into my leather chair, swivelling it from left to right. I tried to focus on the good part. I met my mom, and I still have my children with me

My phone beeped. I picked it and opened the message

Mason: Hey, Lydia, I don’t even know where to start, but I really want to speak to you

Do I want to see him

Fine, I have evidence that he didn’t try to kill me and the twins, and he never knew the truth about Zoe’s incident and his stepdad’s death

He is the father of my twins, but he is still Victoria’s son. For now, I don’t know what I felt towards him

I picked up my phone and began to type back

Me: I don’t want to speak to you for now. Everything is still too hard to dissolve 

Give me some time

Later that night, Marcus sent a text asking if we could have dinner together. For a while, I wanted to decline, but after much thought, I accepted. What good would isolating myself do for me

Marcus placed a slice of chicken on my plate. I drew in a scent of it, looking to the side. There were autographs of various celebrities in the restaurant

This was the same restaurant he gave me

You are awfully quiet tonight,he said. I sighed 

I have a lot on my mind.I said, taking a bite from the chicken, I chewed on it gently, can tell.He replied. Mind talking about it?” 

Do I want to talk about it

Maybe. After all, it was Marcus

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Chapter 127 

Contrary to what I had believed, Mason didn’t try to kill me; Victoria, his mother, did.I went ahead to tell him how I found out, my visit to Mary, indt recording 

You don’t look surprised,I said

He paused, and settled his fork and knife on the table, wiping his mouth with a disposable napkin. He began, I knew.” 

Huh?I gasped, stunned at his revelation, How did you

Zoe told me.He said

Zoe?Were they friends? When did she tell him? How long has he known

I heard a part of her conversation with Mason on the night she told him. The night he confronted his mother, I drove them home. That was when Zoe told me every other detail she knew about.” 

How did you meet Zoe? I never knew you were close.” 

It was a coincidence.” He then told me how they met

And you never thought it would be nice to inform me?” 

Figure out, Mason should do that; it wasn’t in my place.” 

Since when did you follow the rules and places?I chucked

I don’t know…” he shrugged his shoulders, trailing his words, and then picked up his fork and started eating

So, what do you plan to do now?He asked

What do I plan to do? Marcus’s question still rang in my head as I walked towards the conference room. Honestly, I had no idea. All I knew was I wanted some time to myself for now

After the meeting, which lasted for three hours; I walked back to my office exhausted. Mia walked beside me

What do you want for lunch? Would you like to eat out?” 

Yes. Eat out.I needed air. I opened my office door and stepped inside. Since I found out the truth, whenever I stayed alone in my office, it felt as though the four walls were closing up on me

Today, I wanted to eat out and enjoy the afternoon without any drama

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Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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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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