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Chapter 133

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I smiled, trying to look harmless. From how Victoria stood in front of the door, trying to block my view of the door, I was suspicious. There has to be something hidden inside this room.

I pushed my hair back before tucking some strands behind my ear. I looked around before speaking, “I lost my way while returning, carried away by the beautiful artworks on the walls.” My eyes landed on an artwork I hadn’t noticed before.

I moved towards it and trailed my hand around the edges, “Where did you get them from?” I inquired curiously. This seemed to take her off the edge.

“I bought it during an auction. You know how these things are.” She said with a sense of pride. I smirked, removing my hand, knowing I had zero interest in how she got the piece and wasn’t ready for any lectures from her.

“I see.” My voice was soft as I continued, “I’m so sorry I got lost. Is there anything I missed?” She shook her head. “No. You didn’t return early, and you weren’t in the restroom. Honestly, I was a little scared.” She tried to laugh at the end, but it

looked forced.

“Let’s go back, Mrs. Everett is waiting.” She led the way, and I walked behind her. I turned back to the room when we were about to step out of the hallway, unable to shake the feeling that something about that place was off and needed my

attention.

For now, I’ll leave and think about how you get into that room some other time.

Lydia’s POV

Mason drove me home after our time in the cafe. I was too tired to go to the office, not physically but mentally. On my way back, I called Mia and informed her about what happened and my plan to press charges against Mr. Gladdins. I will not let

it slide.

I stepped into the sitting room. My pace was slow, as I was still trying to process all that had happened today, from the meeting down to my conversation with Mason.

It is true that I have forgiven him and do not hate him anymore. Everything that happened between us was a misunderstanding propagated by Victoria. If Victoria weren’t in the picture, then Mason and I would never have been separated. if there was one person I wasn’t going to forgive, it was her.

Not only for separating Mason and me, but also for attempting to kill my twins. Hurting my children is like dipping a finger into my eyes, and I would never let that slide.

“Lydia,” Mom called behind me just as I was about to take the first step. I paused and turned to see her walking towards me. There is an apron around her head and tied to her back, and she was wiping her hands on a napkin.

“Mom,” I said, my voice low. “Are you alright?” She asked, and I nodded, “But you don’t look fine. I tried to get your

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attention since you stepped into this room, but you didn’t even know.” She said

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I smiled, not wanting to burden her with my thoughts, “I am just lost in thought.” She assessed me, her eyes moving from my face to my feet and back to my face.

“I got off work early so I can rest and spend time with the kids.” I lied. “I’ll freshen up and come join you in the kitchen.”

Liam and Melanie were taking a nap. I didn’t go into their room because I didn’t want to disturb them. I joined mom in the kitchen. It has been so long since we cooked together, but standing next to her in the kitchen, it didn’t feel like it always

did.

It seems just like me, Mom had a lot on her mind, and I didn’t want to pry into her head either.

After eating, I spent the rest of the day at home in my study. It was twenty minutes past 8 pm when two heads poked through my door. I raised my head to find Liam and Melanie standing by the door.

Taking off my glasses, I invited them in. They walked side by side and stopped in front of my table. They have never tried to mother me when I was working, so this was new: “Are you okay?” I asked, sharing my gaze between them.

“Yes. You seem to have a lot to do,” Liam said, and I nodded. “We wanted to spend time with you, but we don’t want to bother you.” I gestured for them to come over to my side, and they did.

“Oh my babies.” I held them both to myself, each seated on one lap, their warmth engulfed me, and all the stress I had been feeling quickly washed away.

“Mom will always have time for her babies.” I kissed them on their cheeks, “What do you want to do? Draw? Sing? dance?” Mom will always be ready to do it for you.”

They giggled as I tickled them. When the laughter finally died down, Melanie spoke. “We know you are busy, so…”

“You don’t have to play with us today. Besides, it’s late.” Liam completed.

What did I do to deserve such understanding babies? brushed Melanie’s hair to the back with my hand. “So, you can play with us tomorrow.” I can absolutely do that, spend the day with kids alone.

“Yes, Mason is coming to take us out. You should join us, too.” Liam added, “It will be fun to have you spend the day with

us, too.”

1 don’t know if I want to see Mason, but I am not ready to disappoint my twins. So I kissed them both on their cheeks again

and agreed to come with them. “Yes, I will be.”

After Melanie and Liam left, I did a little work before receiving a text message from Marcus. He wanted to meet and said it was urgent. He was waiting for me at the usual café where we always meet. When I got there, he was already there waiting for me. He waved as I walked towards him.

Standing in front of him, I pulled out a chair and sat opposite him.

He is there in his work clothes, a suit and a tie, evidence that he had not gone home to change before calling me out. There are a few people scattered across the café, chatting slowly with different desserts in front of them, some just ice cream and some coffee.

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“What is so important that you could not wait?” I asked and slowly peeped at my wristwatch, the time read 10:30 p.m. “Was it so important that you could not wait for a few more hours to tell me tomorrow?” I chuckled at the end of my sentence. Marcus had a cup of coffee in front of him. Wasn’t it too late for coffee?

“What would you want?” he asked.

“Cappuccino,” I responded, and got it in the next few minutes. “So why did you want to see me?” I asked.

“Do I need a reason?” He didn’t wait for my response before speaking, “I just wanted to see you. I miss you.”

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Marcus was trying so hard to put it all together, I could see from the way he kept playing with his wristwatch, then his ring, and then barely looking at me, that was my clue that something was wrong. He had something he wanted to say, and he probably didn’t know how to start.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” I asked, thinking that me speaking first would make it easier for him.

He raised his eyes and stared at me for a long time without saying anything. It was so long. It made me uncomfortable, it

had been so long since he stared at me in this manner.

He nodded slowly. “Yes, I have something I want to say to you,” he said.

“What is it? It should be free, buddy. Never pegged you for a nervous one,” I joked.

“I’m returning back to Italy,” he said in his thick accent.

I raised a brow. “Why all of a sudden? What happened?” I enquired. “Is this about your mother?” His mother wasn’t fine some time ago. “Did the sickness come back? When will you be back?”

He shook his head after I was done speaking. He bit his lower lip and spoke slowly.

“This is not about my mother,” he said, paused, and continued. “It is about me?” he drew in a scent of breath, “I have decided to go back home because I have some things to take care of, and I am not sure I’ll be coming back.”

I made an “oh” with my mouth. “I’m going to miss you,” I said, and I meant it.

Marcus was like my backbone. We have spent so much time here together, and he turned from a business partner to a

friend

4 cannot explain how much he means to me, and it wasn’t that I didn’t think he was ever going to leave, I just didn’t expect to feel this way about it.

He reached for my hand and covered it with his “You know how I feel about you, right?”

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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.