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Worst Fear 115

Chapter 115 

Lydia 

Then, are you ready to start speaking?Mason asked, staring at Mr. Hale, who was shaking. He nodded

Now do you know what we are talking about?I asked. Why did you take those photos, and who else did you send them to?I questioned

Nobody. I only sent it to you, too.Mason glared at him

The girl is now huddled on one side of the bed, face down, after being identified as a mistress, she is too ashamed to face us

If you even think of lying to me, I’ll make sure you don’t only lose your job at KDS news, but you are blacklisted.It wasn’t an empty threat. Knowing Mason, he would carry this out without lifting a finger. It seems Mr. Hale seems to realise that too

He dropped to the floor, his knees hitting the tiled floor with a low thud. He pressed both hands together, and his shoulder shook. Truly, he messed with the wrong people

And I’d make sure your wife gets that photo. Let’s see what will happen to your family after the news of your affair spreads all over the city.

added crossing my hands over my chest

Please, please, I know I am wrong. I was trying to get some extra income.Was he trying to use the pity card

I have a four year old son who is ill and in need of help, and I needed all the money I could get. It was never my intention to hurt you.” He began sobbing

And you thought trying to interfere with my peace and dragging my children into whatever scheme you have was the right way to go about your predicament?” 

I’m sorry, I know I was wrong. I’m truly sorry.” 

Who else did you send the picture to?Mason asked, his voice as cold as ice. And don’t you even think of lying to me. You’re one lie away from ruining your entire life.” 

Iyou knowThere wereMr. Hale swallowed, still shaking like a drenched rat, I had other pictures. But the one I sent to you.He raised his head and moved his bloodred eyes from Mason to me. The ones with the kids I sent to both of you alone.” 

What other pictures did you take?I asked

A photo of you and Mason. When he knelt down in front of you at a restaurant.He paused and bit his lower lip, I sent it to Mr. Woods’s fiancée.” Now this explains how Julia got the picture

Please, forgive me just one time.Mason bent down and grabbed his chin in his hand. Do you know what you almost caused?He said through gritted teeth

Do you think this can be cleared by a mere apology?Mr. Hale let out a low growl as Mason’s fingers dug into his skin

Mason pushed his face to the side, freeing himself from his hold. Mr. Hale lay on the floor, clutching his jaw for a few minutes

He resumed kneeling, one hand still massaging his jaw

I’m sorry about that. I may not be able to correct the past and all I did, but I am sure I’d be able to correct the future.” 

I’ll give you the flash drive that has the pictures and make sure I don’t ever share it with anyone else.He stood and rushed to the side, face now red from pain. He grabbed his bag from the couch on the side of the room, opened it, and brought out a small purse

his 

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How can we be sure you don’t have other coples?I asked as he handed us the flash drive. Mason took it from him

I swear on my sick child, I have no other copy.” 

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I don’t care if you swear on whatever, if I see any pictures like this with anyone, then you’d better start praying for life, cause I will end you

Mason said 

We’ll trust your words this time. Don’t give us a reason to regret not dealing with you how we want to.” 

I won’t, thank you, thank you.Mr. Hale repeated as we turned to leave. Mason held the doorknob and turned it, he was about to pull open the door when Mr. Hale asked

But permit me to ask what your relationship is? Are the kids yours?” 

For some reason, I didn’t feel as relieved as I should have when I left the hotel room

We were quiet on our way back. The car soon stopped at a red light. Mason’s phone, which he had placed on the phone holder, rang. He answered the call

We just left Mr. Hale. Take care of him.He told his assistant

After the call ended, a few minutes passed before it began ringing again

He didn’t take the call the first or the second time. When it started ringing again, I was forced to turn to him, at least take the call or do something.” 

The name Mom,with two red heart emojis, appeared on the screen

I don’t want to take it. I can guess what she wants to say.It was his mom, probably calling to nag him about his breakup

Mason took a turn. It was still drizzling at this point. Do you think it’s a bad idea? What I did.” 

What did you do?I pretended I had no idea what he was speaking about

You know, breaking up with Julia.The car slowed down before stopping in front of another. This was a bad time to be stuck in traffic

Why would you ask me that?” 

Because even though I try to lie to myself, you,he inhaled sharply, moving the car slowly again, and when he stopped, looked at me and continued, you contributed big time to my decision, you and the kids.” 

Don’t try to rope me into your decision. I didn’t ask you to end your relationship.There was no way I’d allow myself to be dragged into this. Absolutely no freaking way. He never consulted me before he made the decision or anything

I’m not trying to pin you in anything.He started, his breathing even. I just want to be in your life again. I want to be a father to the twins.his words broke

You are the father of my twins.He doesn’t have to be in my life to be with his children

I know. But I want more. Call me greedy, but I want more than simply being their father.he said

I closed my eyes and opened them, feeling my heart beat quickening. I want to be in your life too, as your husband. I want to” 

No.I cut him short, placing my hand in my ear to block out his words. “Just drive. I don’t want to hear it,I said, looking out the window

Lydia, please listen to me.” 

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One more word from you and I’m leaving this car.I don’t care how I do it, but I would not be spending another minute in this car if he keeps this topic

He doesn’t say another word about it or try to make small talk. When the car stopped in front of my gate, he said, I’m glad I got the reporter.He paused as I removed the seat belt from around me

I kept my word. No one gets to see a photo of me kneeling in front of you.” I was about to speak, but he beat me to it, I know you are worried about Julia.This got my attention, and I turned to him, But you don’t have to. She has too much pride and will never allow anyone to see a picture of me kneeling in front of you.” 

That doesn’t change the fact that she saw it.” 

I’m sorry.He apologised

I didn’t step out of the car. Instead, I turned to face him, When I returned after the prison fire incident, I had one goal in mind.” I paused. I never thought that there would be a day when I’d openly tell him about my hatred for him

Well, guess that day is today. If it helps him get over this delusion, then it’s good. The earlier he gets over it, the better

It was to ruin you just like you did me in prison.My eyes were blurry. I’m doing all I can to hold back my tears. 

I know I abandoned you, and I’m sorry.” 

I didn’t reply to his words but continued, Even if I forgive you for abandoning me, I’d never forgive you for the prison incident. Not when it 

almost cost me my twins.After saying that, I stepped out of the car without looking at his face

I slammed the door as hard as I could and walked through the gate, tears streaming down my cheeks

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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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