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Worst Fear 128

Chapter 128 

Mason 

I moved my chair from side to side. This meeting has been on for the past thirty minutes, and we have not finished the first agenda item of the day

If we invest 40% of the revenue back into this service, it will be better than waiting for the other service to bring in income,” Thomas said

I leaned into the chair, watching him move slides from the projector

You said that before, but I can’t agree with that.Mr. Damian said. He turned to look at me, If we do that, the old service would suffer. I’d suggest investing heavily in them for the next two months, and we’ll know what to do with the proceeds afterwards. That’s if there are any.” 

Are you suggesting that there may be no profit?Mr. Thomas asked, obviously pissed

That’s not what I meant.” 

I cleared my throat, not ready to go down another banter from these two. I have no idea why they can’t agree with each other. Thomas returned his attention to me. Placed both his hands over the other and looked, What do you think?He asked

I was about to respond when my phone beeped, but I ignored it. I am known for not allowing any interruption during important meetings like this. We should go with MrThe phone beeped again, and I paused, reaching for it

It could be an important message

You mean mine, right?Mr. Damian asked

He hasn’t spok-I lifted one finger, shutting them both

It was a message from Mia. I rose to my feet, pushing back my chair roughly. The meeting will be held in three hours.I started walking towards the door

ButweMummering ensued; those present were surprised, but I could also sense curiosity. This wasn’t something I did often

We can’t-I turned just as Thomas began to speak. I creased my brows, hoping he’d repeat himself. But he didn’t

Instead, he bowed slightly and said, Okay, sir.” 

Daniel walked behind me, struggling to keep the same pace as me.” 

What happened? Why adjust the time for a meeting already in session? This isn’t like you.” 

I owe you no explanation,I said, grinning as I increased my pace. When we got into the car, I gave him the name of the restaurant Mia had told me about. She was having lunch there with Lydia

But we just had lunch earlier.Daniel winced. It’s not for us,I said. Huh?A confused Daniel held my gaze briefly through the rearview mirror

One of the advice I got from Zoe was to let Lydia be for a while. Give her the space she needed, and while at it, try to win her over subtly

Getting Mia to help me on it wasn’t too hard since she wanted me to get together with Lydia. In her words, she believed I deserved a second chance and would help in any way she could to ensure Lydia was happy again

When we got to the restaurant, Lydia and Mia were already there. I was seated at the far end. My back to Lydia, but when I turned, I got a full view of her

We came for her?Daniel whispered when he saw me staring over my shoulder for the umpteenth time. I placed a finger on my lips, shhuuuhhh! 1 looked around, hoping no one heard him. 

A waiter walked towards us with a menu in his hand. After placing my order, I asked for a plate of Lydia’s favourite dish to be sent to her. Tell her it’s on 

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the house,I instructed

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If she knew it was from me, she may not accept it. I didn’t want praise, just wanted to see her happy, even if it meant standing by the sidelines for now

I watched Lydia’s reaction brighten as she received it, and then the confusion that followed. After the man left, I kept my eyes fixed on Lydia, and as though sensing my gaze on her, she turned to my direction, and I quickly looked away

She shouldn’t know I was here

We don’t need to behave like thieves. If she sees us, we can just pretend like we came for lunch as well, after all, this restaurant wasn’t made for her 

alone.Danie said

He was right, why was I sneaking around? There were others here, chatting and eating

After lunch, I returned to the office eager to get my work for the day over with. I had my schedule for the next day cleared, I’d be spending my day with the twins

It was the first time I was spending time with them since the last time I spoke with Lydia. I sent a silent prayer, hoping I would get to spend the day with Lydia as well

However, much to my disappointment, she didn’t stay back. I was accompanied by their nanny

Mason, you promised to play football with me last week and then disappeared. I thought you were tired of playing with us.Liam wined as I drove them home after a long, adventurous day

I can never get tired of spending time with you. I had a lot going on,I said

Does Mason work hard like Mom, too?Melanie asked

I can’t wait to be called Dad. Hearing them call me by my name made my heart ache, and I yearn to hear them refer to me as their father

Yes, I do.” 

What work do you do?Liam asked

I run a business like your mom,” I answered in a soft voice

That means you have money just like mom, right?I chuckled at Mélanie’s excited voice

Mom has more money. You see, my mom is very rich, she canLiam spent the next thirty minutes talking about how wealthy Lydia was and how he 

found out

Melanie, you don’t look happy. Don’t you like the fact that your mom is rich?I asked her. She hasn’t said a word since Liam began rambling, and her eyes held a hint of sadness in them

I am, it’s just that, I don’t like the fact that mom works too hard and has to be away most of the time. I want her to spend more time with us.” 

Yes, that’s true, Mom always looks tired. When I’m old enough to work, I’ll make sure mom never looks tired anymore.Liam said, with a stern

I smiled as I watched them from the rearview mirror

Do you know there’s something you can do now to make her not look tired all the time?I asked

They shuffled forward eagerly, Really?They asked at the same time. I nodded

Yes.” I responded, then continued, Try not to stress her and always listen to her.” 

After dropping them off, I gave them a box each, gifts I had picked out for them

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Why are there three boxes? Who has the third box?Liam asked

Give it to your mom.I picked out Lydia’s favourite snack, hoping it would bring back sweet memories of us

The next day, I sent a text to Mia, Did I you receive the flowers? I sent them over an hour ago.” 

Her reply came almost immediately, Yes, I did, but she doesn’t like these ones.” 

What? Tulips are her favourite.” 

Not anymore, her taste changed.” 

Oh! How didn’t I notice

My eyes remained glued to my phone as I walked into my office, fingers dancing 

on 

the keyboard

You’ve been on your phone all through, found a new game?Daniel asked. He knew I didn’t play games. Not one I’d like to share,” I said, taking my seat behind my table

Boss, Miss Everett has been trying to reach you, she’s asking for your new number.My number is the same

She’s blocked.I said, lifting my head from my phone and pinning Daniel with an angry stare, I told you to stop contacting her, didn’t I?” 

I swear, I didn’t try to contact her, she’s the one contacting me.” 

Then ignore her.” 

Okay, sir.He moved forward and placed a file on my table. You have a meeting tomorrow at the Modern World Hotel.” 

Why are you just telling me this?I said, picking up the file and running my eyes through the content, a name caught my attention

Alissa Brooks

Miss Alissa didn’t agree to the collaboration on time.” 

A smile crept into my face; she agreed now, which means I’ll be seeing her tomorrow

Finally, I get to speak to her without being sneaky

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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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