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Worst Fear 131

Worst Fear 131

Chapter 131 

Victoria 

I never told Zoe not to tell Mason. She decided that on her own. After what happened over five years ago, she never mentioned it to him, even in person. It was as if there was a silent agreement between us to keep it a secret

We both kept it locked away in a vault. But now it’s out, all those secrets are out in the open, and it has cost just what I was trying to avoid. How do you grieve the loss of two children who are still alive? Zoe and Mason are no longer with me

Now, on the edge of my bed, I stared straight into space. It has been a few days since they left, and the house has not been the same without them. One knock and I shifted my gaze to the door. It pushed open, and Rita stepped in with a tray of food in one hand. She placed the food on the table beside me

You have to eat something,she said, her voice soft. If you want them back, if you want to have the strength to welcome them back when they walk through the door as they will, you have to stay 

healthy.” 

But 1 am not hungry,I said, pushing away the food

It doesn’t matter, just take a few bites. I don’t know how you are feeling. I don’t really know what is going on, but I can see how badly it is affecting you. Maybe you should call them and tell them how you feel about the disagreements you have, and you can settle it,she said

If only she knew it wasn’t as easy as she thinks. If this can be settled with them knowing how I feel

then I wouldn’t be here

I indeed brought her to keep watch over Zoe and make sure it never leaves her room, but I never told her the reason, and she never asked

I could not trust anyone with the information about what happened years ago. The person I was afraid of hearing from was Mason, and he already knew and had taken Zoe with him. However, it still mattered if others knew

Rita was right, I needed to eat to have the strength to welcome them back. My lips shook, and my heart was heavy as I tried to console myself

Not ready to speak to her, she left the room without taking the tray of food. My mind reverted back to the times when we were happy together as a family, before my husband died and before I even had to 

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Those times when Zoe and Mason lived with me and listened to me. That was long before Lydia came. It all started going sideways when Lydia entered the picture. I knew from the day Mason introduced her to me as the woman he was in love with that she would be trouble, but I never expected her to destroy my family

Even after years that I have successfully kicked her out of our lives, she still found a way to rip us apart, she sure was a handful and reminded me of a woman I have always wanted to forget. She was too similar to Lydia, not only physically but also in the way they act and their resilience

I got rid of that woman once and for all, the same way I had done to Lydia, but here we are. I don’t 

even know what to do with Lydia anymore. But one thing was certain, my hatred for her was valid and 

had gone deeper than ever

If she was capable of pulling apart my family even after I had driven her out of my son’s life years ago, then she is a nono. I do not want her in my life. I do not want her in Mason’s life, and I will certainly 

not accept her bastards

I would sooner eat grass or squeeze water out of stone before I apologize to Lydia. If anything, she’s 

the one who owes me an apology for pulling apart my family, that stupid girl

I was able to reach for the tray on the table when my phone rang. My heart slipped out of my chest, and I quickly stood up and walked to the vanity table. Expecting Mason or Zoe to be on the line

Maybe they finally realized that they cannot leave without me. Yes, they were angry, but they can’t be angry at me forever. After all, I am their Mother. No matter how much power you think she has over my children, they will always choose me first

But my happy face fell when I saw the ID caller. I drew a breath, disappointed that it wasn’t Mason

but instead it was Mrs Everett

Why was she calling me? What does she want from me? If only her stupid daughter were able to hold her engagements together, then all this would not be happening. How could a girl so smart and 

beautiful not be able to win Mason’s heart

Anger ran through me as I washed the phone ring till it stopped, and then I returned to my bed. Honestly, it wasn’t just Lydia I was angry at

I am also angry at Julia, yes, but also needed her to get her place back in Mason’s life if I wanted to kick Lydia out of Mason’s life for good. But right now, I am not ready to deal with Mrs Everett. I do not know what to say to her

I picked up my fork and took slow bites from the food. A few minutes later, Rita returned to the room. What does she want? She was driving me crazy. Or maybe it was the entire situation

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What is it this time?I asked, raising my head to meet her eyes. She looked worried, fidgeting with 

her hands

Ma’am, you have a visitor,she said. I raised my brow, my eyes brimming with excitement, but the look on her face was enough to tell me that it wasn’t the person I was expecting. So I quickly calmed 

myself

I asked, trying to remain calm and composed, but inside I was running mad. Who was this person? I do not have any friends who would come visiting

Mrs Everett’s secretary,she said

I don’t understand. Why was Mrs Everett’s secretary at my house?” 

She has to see you,she said, urgently.” She added. Did you ask her who sent her?I asked. She 

shook her head

No, I did not, but she’s downstairs. She’s not even taking a seat. She said she’d wait on her feet until you speak to her.” 

I decided that it would be best to go out and see her. I pushed the tray back on the table and stood, walking out of the room with Rita trailing behind me

In the sitting room was a woman in a black suit, tapping her feet continuously on the floor. She had. her back facing me. When I got closer to her, as if sensing my presence, she turned around and bowed 

slowly

Good day, ma’am,she greeted respectfully, but didn’t lift her head. It wasn’t until I heard footsteps behind me that I realized she wasn’t bowing to me anymore. I turned and saw Mrs. Everett walking towards me with a straight face and a squared shoulder, with Gloria beside her

I gave Rita a look, and she looked just as surprised as I was, which means she didn’t know either

You don’t look very happy to see me.Mrs Everett said, a smile plastered on her face, and that was what reminded me to smile too

Of course, I’m happy to see you.We exchanged pleasantries and did the same with Gloria, who was with her. I invited them in, although I didn’t want to. That was when realisation dawned on me. We were supposed to meet this afternoon, and I totally forgot about it

Well, you can’t blame me. I have enough on my plate already

After Mrs. Everett settled, she crossed one leg over the other, and I then spoke

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So, what are we going to do about this? You know I will never accept this breakup.Finally, there was 

someone on the same side as me

How can Mason do this to Julia? He never loved my daughter and was too selfish to let her go quickly. He got her pregnant, and now he’s abandoned her. I don’t know how you trained your son, but you did a terrible job.” 

I have never tolerated a single insult to Mason and will not start now. But I had to hold my tongue in place if I wanted to act smart

What do we do to bring them together?I asked, lunging forward

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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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