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Worst Fear 100

Chapter 100 

Mason 

I have no idea what you are talking about,Mr. Johnson said

His eyes moved around in his socket, refusing to settle on anything, finched forward, clasping my hand 

Did you lie to me?” 

I did not want to believe that he had been deceiving me all along, I did not,he said

You’re hiding something from me.His reaction to what I said was proof of this. If you tell me the truth, I won’t blame you for lying. I would not even ask you why you lie. But if you try to deceive me one more time.I gritted my teeth

I swear I’ll make sure this office of yours goes out of existence and you will be blacklisted in this industry.I paused, leaning back into the chair, with my legs wide apart, to establish dominance

I’ll make sure you can’t even feed your family, no matter how hard you work.My lips pulled to the side, Trust me, I can do that without lifting a finger.” 

Those words finally got to him, and he lifted his eyes. He grabbed one of the two water bottles in front of him and gulped it down. Sunlight streamed into the office

I called you some weeks ago to inform you that I had some information about what I was asked to search for.He began, and I nodded

It was the night I took Zoe out to have dinner because she had refused to eat. It was since that day he began avoiding my calls

I had a visitor the next day. Someone I never thought would walk into these four walls, and she said the same thing you just said. can’t help but think you and Miss. Brooks are alike when it comes to threats.” He laughed at his own joke

I squinted, not finding him funny. Lydia was here?” 

Yes.” He paused, then stood and walked to his table. She made a request which I was unable to reject.” 

What did she say?Mr. Johnson walked around the table, leaned down, and opened one of the drawers

She got a whiff of the fact that I was investigating her past. She wasn’t pleased.He came back to his seat with a brown envelope

ed one hand over the brown envelope. She threatened me, so I had The coma information was what she told me to say.He wiped no choice. At first, I didn’t want to meet you because I didn’t want to lie to you.” 

It was now making sense why he had given so many excuses. Why did he avoid my calls? But what could he have found out to warrant Lydia coming over? What did Lydia want to hide

I’m sorry about that.” He raised the brown envelope, This was what I found out and wanted to tell you.I reached for it and brought out the content

Lydia wasn’t in a coma. She was saved by a nurse and met her mother. However, the fire incident affected her, and she had her babies prematurely.There were pictures. I pulled the table closer and scattered the pictures all over it 

Babies?Lasked, raising one of the pictures which showed two babies being held by Lydia

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She had twins.Two separate pictures of them, probably at two years old. I hold both pictures, studying them. A boy aid i Mr. Johnson added. The twins looked familiar, as if I had met them before

Lydia returned five months ago alone. Later, her mom came with her children.” Mr. Johnson pointed to a picture of a wom probably in her late forties, leading both twins towards a car. At the side was a woman spreading out her hand to welcome them

Lydia,” I muttered underbreath, slowly tracing her face with my finger

But here is the thing, the girl looks so much like you. I had a comparison test carried out, and it turns out 86% of her facial features are the same as yours. The boy, on the other hand, looks so much like his mother.” 

He paused, his gaze softened, The reporthe painted to a paper I had brought out from the envelope. I picked it, it says there’s a 60% chance that you and the girl are related, based on your facial features alone.” 

I picked it and quickly scanned the content. He was right. The girl looked familiar, and that was when it clicked. I had seen the boy in the hospital, and he told me he had a sister who looked like me

My mind reverted back to our first meeting and then to the second meeting. We had met coincidentally, and he had introduced his 

sister to me

How did I forget that? I brushed the meeting and the fact that the girl looks like the female version of my younger self to the back of my mind. I never considered the possibility that she might be my daughter

My entire body began to tremble. I took a large breath, trying to steady myself. Mr. Johnson wasn’t speaking, so I looked up at him

Is this all you found?Trying to keep my composure was the hardest, but I had to keep reminding myself that I couldn’t break down here. I had to be strong and listen to all he had to say first

I also conducted a DNA test between you and Melanie, just to be sure before I told you.” 

He called her name. He called her Melanie. Even if he didn’t do the test, it was already clear that this little girl smiling brightly at the camera was my daughter

The test came out positive. You are her father.I closed my eyes and felt something warm slide down

Not just the girl, they are twins, I mean, you know” 

They are my children. They are mine.” I felt my heart squeeze. To think I have been living a good life, not knowing I had twins

I blamed Lydia for carrying another man’s child and abandoned her. Five years later, it turned out I didn’t just abandon Lydia, but i abandoned our twins

At the thought of that, I slipped out of my chair, and my knees hit the floor with a thud. My back shook, and I let it all out and lost the composure I was trying to keep

I returned to the hospital, the procedure was still on, but I couldn’t find Lydia. She had moved Mela matter how hard I tried or how much string I pulled, I wasn’t able to find them

nother ward and no 

Daniel placed a hand on my shoulder. He looked sad, too. I’m sorry you have to find out this way. But you should stop blaming yourself.” We are seated on a bench in one of the hallways

People bristled around. The strong smell of antiseptic and bleach hung in the air

She was arrested and had an affair with your stepdad at the same time.He paused not knowing if he had spoken out of line

 

But he hasn’t, he only spoke the truth, and I couldn’t blame him for that. She killed my mother’s husband, but couldnTE 

for that

Anyone in your shoes would have done the same.Daniel was trying to console me. I knew and I appreciated it, but that vend eet change the truth

I don’t care about the entire murder process anymore. It doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t there when she needed me have never been in my twin’s life.I paused, feeling a sharp pain in my chest

I left the hospital with a resolve

I may not have been part of the twinslives from the start, but all that is going to change now. From what happened earlier, it was clear that Lydia didn’t want me in their life. I completely understand. If I were in her position, I’d probably not want me either

However, I would not allow that to deter me. I would keep trying to win her and the twins over

I got a call from Zoe the next day, she informed me that the surgery was successful. She was still in the hospital and would be remaining there for the next week

I thought that week was enough to have a chance to speak with Lydia. But I have never been so wrong 

Lydia refused to speak to me. I couldn’t even get her to see me. She was taking care of Melanie at the hospital. I tried reaching for her at home but it was impossible

Two weeks went by without being able to see her. When Daniel informed me that she would be in the office for an emergency meeting, I decided to seize the opportunity to speak to her

 

Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Worst Fear Synopsis : Worst Fear

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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