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Chapter 152 

Chapter 152 

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My eyes are red from unshed tears. Each breath I took was difficult. After what happened last night, I knew I had to double, no, triple my fight against Lydia to win and get Mason back

I had to act and act right, so I met the only person I knew was on my side. Victoria

I am ready to do anything to kick Lydia out of our lives for good,I said, and I meant each word. My lungs felt caged. I could no longer feel my heart, not through the pain that was spreading from my heart all over my body

Yesterday, I had left the hall defeated after spending nights rehearsing my victory. Mason was supposed to feel ashamed when she made a fool of herself on stage, instead, I ended up making a fool of myself, all because of her. Lydia

I locked eyes with Victoria, awaiting her next instruction. We failed once, but that doesn’t mean we’d fail again

I did my best to search for dirt on her, at least something to blackmail her with so she leaves Mason, but I found nothing, her slate is clean,” I confessed, my chest clenched at the thought, and my pain was replaced with anger

I grind my teeth together, pushing one hand through my hair. How could a woman who destroyed my relationship have nothing on her, not even a speck?I lamented. The thought of it was infuriating. I just need one thing.I raised a finger, drunk from pain, with a mixture of agitation

Since Lydia had lived with her as a daughterinlaw, I am sure she knows something

Mrs Woods chewed on her bottom lip for a while, then brought down my finger, which I held up. I have several things that can bring her down.She said, her voice cold and calculated

My brows shot up, and a pleasing smile found its way to my lips. Finally, But I have to warn you, if you want to go against her, you must be ready to go all out, hold back nothing, Lydia is not to be underestimated.She moved backwards and gave me a stern look

As Victoria spoke, I watched her with admiration. If you ask me, watching your son think of you as a villain because of a woman would make any mother go mad. But here she was holding herself together

She brushed my cheeks, then some strands of hair away from my face, Once we start this battle, you can’t pull out, we’d finish it together.I nodded vehemently. She didn’t need to ask that

I am ready to stick with you till we get what we both want, Mom.” Her face brightened up

Good,” she leaned in and began, first we’d contact Jones.The reporter?I inquired. Yes. I’ve got something that will make headlines.Her lips curved into a smirk

A wave of joy and anticipation surged through me. Lydia was so done this time

The article was posted around 3 am in the morning. By 6 am, it had already circulated, spreading like a wide 

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Victoria sat in front of me with a glass in her hand. How about a toast, things seemed to be going the way we wanted.She said, raising her glass. I picked up my glass and lifted it before slowly meeting it with hers

Once the glasses kissed, it made a soft clink

To Lydia’s downfall.She said, and I echoed

We had spent all night awake, digging for information, things to back up our claims. Now that we were already getting results, it was time to sleep a little before the press conference we arranged. What’s news with a bit of drama

I had to say Victoria is really smart. And Lydia was definitely not to be underestimated. A woman who killed her stepfatherinlaw just to hide the truth about her affair with him was worth being terrified of. 

I would never have guessed that was the reason for her divorce from Mason five years ago

She found her way out of prison by blowing it off and disappeared for five years, then returned as the queen whom everyone envied. Her disappearance begged the question, where had she been for five years

Lydia is truly one terrifying woman, and netizens were doing a good job

The posts about our humiliation at the auction were quickly buried and replaced with the truth about Lydia, her true identity and crime

I woke up to over ten missed calls and a dozen messages, friends and family wanted to know the truth. I didn’t reply to anyone. In an hour they would get the answers to their questions

Victoria came in that morning in the company of two maids. One held my dress, shoes and accessories, the other held a tray of food

Eat and get dressed, the conference is in an hour,She said

I did as I was told

I leaned into the leather seat and inhaled a sharp breath, my emotions juggling within me. We were close to the venue for the press conference. My palm turned sweaty, and I wiped it on my dress for the umpteenth time

The car rolled to a stop, and Victoria wrapped her hand over mine, slightly brushing her thumb through mine. She had her emotions and everything in place

Don’t be scared. Everything will go according to plan. There’s no way Lydia will fix this.She assured me. She was right, and I kept reminding myself as I stepped out of the car

A sea of reporters surrounded us, their cameras clicking loudly. I held my breath, and my legs turned wobbly

Victoria held my hand in support

Is Alissa Brooks truly the reason for your breakup with Mr. Woods?” 

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Were you aware Alissa Brooks was Mr. Woods’s exwife?” 

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Mrs. Woods, how did you cope with seeing your husband’s murderer for the past months without doing anything about it?” 

What else is Alissa Brooke hiding?” 

They slammed us with questions, each sharper than the other. While I was a bit taken aback by the crowd and everything, Victoria wasn’t; she didn’t as much as flinch

Five men were in front of us, holding hands to form a barrier, keeping the reporters at a safe distance as we walked through the red carpet spread out in front of the venue

Is Mr. Woods aware of the dark side of Alissa Brooke?” 

He was with her at the auction, does that mean he chose her despite knowing about these claims?” 

Did you leak out this information to get them?” 

We forged forward without answering the reporters. Victoria had expressly told me we were not here to answer the reporters or feed them what they wanted to know

We tell them what we want and they make out what the netizens like.It turned out that dragging Lydia through the mud was easier than expected

We walked up the stairs to a podium where chairs had been arranged. She sat first. After settling down, my eyes swept across the hall, which was now filled to the brim

Packed with reporters and highprofile individuals. This news about Lydia was enough to shake the business industry, pulling even the busiest men

Good afternoon everyone.” Victoria greeted, and a hush spread across the hall as everyone started right back at us, their eyes filled with anticipation

I know you’ve all seen the news about my exdaughterinlaw and son.She began, then paused to allow the words to sink in

A wave of mummer spread across the hall. She continued, I’d like to confirm all the news as true. Alissa Brook’s real name is Lydia, and she was married to my son seven years ago.” Her voice was clipped when she talked about their married life

Then one day, I found my husband dead in the room. She killed him in front of my daughter, Zoe.Her voice strained with pain, and she took in several laboured breaths, tears rolling down her face, smudging her mascara across her cheeks

I rubbed her back, she killed the man I love to hide her affair. I never knew how connected she was until she was arrested. I thought she was dead, we all thought she was dead, and then she returned this year with twins, claiming they were for Mason.She broke down completely, her shoulder shook as she sobbed. I suppressed 

my gasp

I never knew she had children with Mason. But this wasn’t the time to show I was in the dark. It was time for 

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I knew it was time for me to take over, she worked her way through my relationship with Mason, ruined it and now, she is parading herself as his. She may be successful, but does success stop you from having human decency?” 

Our confirmation tore the hall apart, and it erupted. Reporters threw questions, wanting to know more

There was no way Lydia was getting out of this mess

Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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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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