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Chapter 140

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She bit her lower lip, the air in the car shifted, and we stared into each other’s eyes. Trying to keep my eyes away from her lips was the hardest thing I had ever done in my entire life.

I fought the urge to pull her closer and hold her face while I kissed her. “So…” Her words trailed. I swallowed, the intensity of our stare building up with each second that rolled by.

“This is where we call it a night?” Was that all you could think of? My chest tightened at the thought of her leaving and me being all alone again. I wanted this night to last forever.

“Yes.” She inhaled sharply, her lower lip disappeared into her mouth, and my breath heightened. “Thank you so much for tonight, Mason. I had a great time.” I had a great time too. That was what I wanted to say, but instead I found myself staring at her face.

If only this feeling were mutual, then I’d have pulled her and kissed her till eternity. But at the same time, I didn’t want to ruin this new bond we’ve created. She has repeatedly told me she wasn’t sure what she wanted from me

I’ll wait till she is sure. If I give in to my desires right now, I may probably lose her for good, and that was the last thing I wanted. She reached for the handle of the door, but I stopped her, stepping down, I walked around to open the door and held on to it as she got off.

“We should do this again.” She said, and my eyes brightened, excitement bursting inside of me, “Yes. How about in three days? Will you be free? I have somewhere I want to take you to.” I informed her, searching her eyes for any trace of reluctance or refusal. Much to my delight, there was none.

“I’ll have to check my schedule. If I’m free, why not?” I curled my hand. “Good night, Mason.” She said in a

soft voice.

“Good night, Lydia,” I said, and watched her walk through the gate, dreaming of days when we didn’t have to part from each other.

The next day, after concluding a meeting with the major shareholder, I walked towards my office when my phone rang. A strange number appeared on my screen.

“Hello” I said after the call connected, wondering who this person who had my personal number was.

“Is this Mr. Woods?” A feminine voice asked. “Yes. Who is this?” I pushed open my door and stepped inside.

“I’m Margret, from Stars kindergarten” She said in a professional voice. I paused. Star kindergarten was Liam’s and Melanie’s kindergarten. No one there has my number.

“Is anything wrong with Liam or Melanie?” I questioned, my senses heightened. If they are calling, then there must be a problem. “Nothing serious, your presence is required, will it be possible for you to come right now?” I was already walking towards the door.

“I decided if it’s important or not.” My tone was cold as I spoke. What did she mean it wasn’t important? Who was she to decide that? There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while.

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“I’m sorry.” She apologised and continued, “Melanie has requested to be taken home.” She said, “Your contact was among the emergency contact list for the kids, and since Miss. Brooks isn’t taking her call, I decided to call you.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” I hung up and took large strides to the underground parking lot. Getting into my car, I pressed on the accelerator and drove out of the parking lot and onto the highway, where I increased my speed.

My heart rammed against my chest as I drove, not minding if I broke a few traffic laws. My thoughts were filled with thoughts of Melanie. Why would she want to go home?

1 pulled over in front of the gate, jumped out of my car, and dashed into the building. I took the steps at the entrance of the building in twos. When I got to the office where I guessed Liam and Melanie would be, I pushed it open without knocking.

“Where is Melanie?” I asked once I stepped inside.

Five pairs of eyes turned to me, the conversation, which may have been ongoing, paused at my arrival. Lydia was with the twins and two other women.

“What are you doing here?” Lydia asked, raising her brows, surprise etched on her face.

“Mason,” Liam screamed, freeing himself from Lydia’s hold, and he ran right into my embrace. I knelt on one leg to meet his height and wrapped my hand around him.

Melanie did the same. I picked them both from the floor and rose to my full height. My eyes swept across the ladies in the room, “It seems I have interrupted something.” I said.

“No, you didn’t.” Lydia rose to her feet. She wore a blue dress, which had a flare which began from the waist. “I didn’t think you’d be here.”

“I got a call,” I informed her.

“I called him.” The lady, whom I think should be Margaret, said. Lydia made an ‘o‘ with her lips. I walked forward, “Why did Melanie want to go home?” I asked. She seemed fine.

“It’s nothing serious.” Lydia assured me, “She is just worried about her brother.” I drew my brows together. “huh? What’s wrong with Liam?”

“He doesn’t join sports.”

“I feel bad when he doesn’t join the boys to play football. They wouldn’t let him” Melanie said in her tiny voice. I looked towards Margret, hoping she’d offer an explanation as to why my son was being treated this

way.

“I don’t know how to play Melanie, you can blame them,” Liam said, as though he wasn’t the one being treated unfairly.

“Is this true?”

“We had no idea about it before today.”

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“Melanie, that’s not enough reason to want to go home,” Lydia said, but Melanie wasn’t ready to listen.

“I’ll teach you.” I announced. “I’ll make sure before this time next week, you’ll be unstoppable,” I promised.

“Yay!!!” Melanie squealed excitedly.

“I told you Mason would be able to help,” She said.

The day wasn’t over, so Melanie and Liam went back into their various classes, leaving Lydia and me alone

behind.

“You didn’t have to come.” Lydia said as we took slow steps towards her car.

“I had to. I thought they were hurt.” I said, letting out a sigh. She has no idea how relieved I am to know they are both fine.

“You must have been shocked when you received the call.”

She had no idea. At first, it was because I had been called. I didn’t know they had my number in their emergency list, but that was soon replaced by the thought that Melanie was hurt.

“You placed my number as part of the emergency list?” I asked, and she nodded. “You are their father.” She said. We stopped in front of her car. “Thank you,” I said, feeling overwhelmed with a cocktail of emotions which rose to my throat.

“You don’t have to thank me. The kids may not know, but it’s the truth, plus…” She paused and dragged in a breath slowly, “I’m thinking of telling the twins. Don’t you think it’s time they knew the truth?”

My eyes widened, my chest heaving and falling, and I grabbed her hand without thinking, pressing mine against hers, “Really?” My eyes blurred as I stared at Lydia, allowing the weight of her words to settle in.

“Yes.”

I pulled her into a hug and wrapped my hand over her waist, holding her close to my chest, “This means so much to me, Lydia. I can’t thank you enough.” Her hands are dangling by my side.

I held her close to me, holding her head against my chest with one hand.

The realization that I was hugging her in public soon hit me. I don’t mind the fact that she wasn’t hugging back, all I could think was that I was making her uncomfortable by holding her so close.

1 was about to pull away when I felt her hand wrapped around me. I stiffened, “It’s the right thing to do, Mason There’s no need to thank ine, but… You are welcome.” I could tell that she was smiling

She slowly lets go of me. “When the time is right, we’ll tell them, I don’t mind waiting,” I said, holding her palm and trailing my thumb over hers. When it came to the twins. I didn’t want to rush things.

She nodded. “I think I should get going” She said, I let go of her palm, immediately missing the warmth. She stepped into her car, and I watched her.

She didn’t drive away immediately; instead, she said, “About the date.” I held my breath, “I’ll be free.”

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“Yes!” I fish my palm and punch the air in excitement. Her eyes brightened as she watched me. I felt like a teenager whose crush agreed to go on a date with me.

“I’ll come pick you up.” I watched her car move out of sight, knowing that I am madly in love with this

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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.