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Chapter 135

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I didn’t expect Marcus to call me. His call came in while I was in the study reviewing important documents I couldn’t complete at the office that day.

“Why are you calling?” I asked without bothering with formalities. We weren’t friends, so he had no reason to call me.

“I need you to do something for me,” He said, his voice was sharp as he spoke, like this wasn’t a

request.

I couldn’t help but wonder what Marcus could want from me, even if I am not ready to do anything. “I can’t,” I said without asking for details. “If you have nothing else to say, I’ll be ending the call,” I stated, ready to put an end to this conversation. “It’s about Lydia.” That was enough to stop me.

“What about Lydia?” I said hastily, pushing the file to the side. “Lydia needs you to be with her right now,” His voice is low but firm.

Although he tried to pretend I could hear traces of hesitation in his voice, as if he did not want to tell me this, but he had no other option. “What about Lydia? What happened to her?” I asked again when he did not reply after a few seconds.

“Someone has to be with her right now.” I was already standing and walking towards the door before he went on to explain. “I am watching now, but I can’t go close to her. She doesn’t want me to. I don’t know if she’s going to see you, but I think you would be the person who would be able to take her home in one piece.” He wasn’t making sense.

“What did you do to her?” I asked, knowing that Lydia wouldn’t just say that. He must have done something. Although I didn’t like him, I can’t deny the fact that they are almost always together.

“That is not your business. Get going already.” He said, “You’ll go with it without that information.” He said, and he was right.

I was already running down the stairs before I realised that my keys were not with me, so I rushed back to the study and grabbed up my keys.

Marcus sent me the location where Lydia was. I got there in ten minutes. I met him first, and he finally told me what he spoke to Lydia about. My jaw ticked, and I felt my pulse rising by the moment, angry at the entire situation. But I knew it was better to leave my feelings out of this.

This wasn’t so hard since a part of me was happy Marcus was finally leaving.

I walked past him, but he stopped me. “I may be leaving, it may feel like I’m walking away from her and handing her over to you,” he dragged his words, pain mixed with regret evident in his tone.

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“This is not because I cannot pursue her, but it’s because I respect Love, and I know that whatever happened between you guys was a misunderstanding which can be resolved.” He swallowed.

He pushed his hand through his hair. It seems he had so much to say, but he was not able to say it. Finally, he said, “How about we go grab a drink together tomorrow evening?”

“Why do you think I would want to drink with you?” I raised a brow.

“I’ll send you the location and time, you are welcome to join me.” Without another word, he walked off.

Lydia bumped into someone and began falling backwards. I’m glad I got there right on time to catch her.

Holding her by her wrist, I steadied her and then brushed some strands of hair from her face. Her eyes were red from unshed tears, and a look of surprise flashed through her face.

“I’m so sorry,” the man she bumped into said, “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice dripping with concern. Lydia simply smiled, “Yes. I’ll pay for your drink.” She offered, but he shook his head and waved his hand at the same time. “No need. We are both at fault.” The man said, and bowed before leaving.

“I’m glad I caught you on time. It would have been a spur scene if you had fallen to the floor.”

“Thank you, Mason.”

“I thought I wasn’t going to hear you apologise,” I said, hoping I could lighten her mood.

“Why are you here? Met with someone?” I asked, looking at her, hoping her face would betray any emotions, but it didn’t. All those emotions written on her face from earlier had been wiped away, replaced with a solemn look.

I truly wished she’d tell me the truth, that Marcus had met with her, and he was leaving. But just as I thought, Lydia didn’t trust me yet with some information about her life.

“I heard of this place and wanted to try it. It’s been a long time since I had Korean snacks.” She said, throwing her gaze to the side. I traced her gaze, a group of people were gathered around, and in the middle were two men singing while three behind them were playing instruments,

“Do you want to listen?” I asked, and she nodded. We walked forward and stood at a spot where we could see them clearly. Lydia wrapped her hand around herself. Shaking her head along with the rhythm. That was when I noticed the brown map on her white top. I pulled out a handkerchief, wanting to give it to her, but it was too late to wipe the stain, which looked embedded in the shirt already.

Instead, I pulled off my jacket and wrapped it around her, she froze and slowly looked behind her. I had been too carried away to notice the stain earlier. “What are you…”

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“Shhh!!” I placed one finger on my lips, shutting her up. “Let’s keep listening,” I said, motioning to the middle with my head. We stayed there for the next fifteen minutes before leaving.

We walked towards the direction we were coming from. That was when I realised that we were heading to her car. I wished she’d allow me to drive her home. “That song felt a bit nostalgic.” I broke the deafening silence between us.

“It reminded me of the good times we used to have. And the lyrics got me thinking, too.” I paused and turned, wondering if she was interested in this topic.

“What if I truly am living in the past, and then my life doesn’t have the meaning it should have?” I said, and she dragged in a deep breath, holding the jacket I gave her tighter to herself.

“I think about that sometimes, too. We can never truly know if we are living this life correctly since it’s our first time here.” She stated. Her car came into sight. She was correct, that is why it was best to live in the moment. I was about to say that when she beat me to it.

“Don’t give me that live in the moment shit,” she said, and for the next few minutes, as we walked to her car, we said nothing. When we got to her car, she didn’t hastily get into the car, instead, she turned and faced me, at the same time leaning into the car, “I don’t mean we shouldn’t leave in the moment, I just wish I had more receipts from my past to hold on to.”

She pressed her lips together and held my gaze. When she moved her face away, she started taking off the jacket, but I stopped her.

“Keep it on, I’ll take it tomorrow.” It will be a good excuse to take her for a drive. She didn’t try to resist but instead stepped into the car and drove off.

Live in the moment, but have a receipt. I racked my brain for what could serve as a receipt, it didn’t take long before I figured it out.

Pictures.

As I drove back home, I placed a call to Daniel asking him to get the latest model of a camera. I’ll give Lydia all the receipts she wants.

Trying to win her heart won’t be as easy as the first time. But I know Lydia, she wasn’t a materialist girl, then and more especially now. She can afford all she wants. It’s the little things that mattered to her and that’s what I want to give her

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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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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.