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No, I don’t want it anymore, I’m fine now,Liam said, his words still sounding strained and forced. However, color was beginning to creep back into that once pale face, evidence that he was truly recovering

Just one more spoon,I said, moving the spoon of soup to his lips. He turned his face to the side. Adjusting his back on the pillow placed against his frame. You said that for the last spoon,He grumbled

We spent three days at the hospital. Liam was discharged today. I placed the spoon of soup back into the plate. Staring at the plate, which still looked untouched, I inhaled a scent of breath

I want you to get better,I said

I am better, I don’t need soup.” 

I read that soup was good for kids his age and helps them recover quickly

Mom, it’s fine,Melanie, who has been watching us from the side, said. She took the plate of soup from me. I’ll eat the soup so it doesn’t go to waste. Liam and I are one, it doesn’t matter who eats it, he’ll be fine.” 

Yes, Melanie is right,Liam said, flashing a weak smile. A weight pressed down on my chest. If I could, I’d gladly switch places with my boy

Alright. I’ll leave you guys to enjoy it.I said and stood. As I walked out of the room, I caught my reflection in 

the mirror

I walked back to the mirror and stood in front of it. My hair was scattered like a nest, dark circles sat under my eyes, and my skin looked dry

I walked away from the room, closing the door behind me. For now, my looks don’t matter; what matters is 

my son

Lydia, Mom called behind me, and I turned. She stood a few feet away from me. Covering the distance between us, her hands wrapped around me, and she pulled me into a hug. You look tired, I can’t begin to imagine how much toil all of this is putting on you.” She said, tightening the hug. I melt into her arms

She rubbed my back, soothing me

It will be fine.She pulled away but entwined our hands and led me to the kitchen, You should have something to eat too,She said

No, I’m fine, Liam needs me,” I say, ready to leave

You’ve been with him all day; I doubt staying with him can hasten his recovery.” She said

I just care about him so much,my heart shattered into a million pieces. I was trying to hold myself back from crying, but from the look of things, I was doing a terrible job at that

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She placed one hand around my shoulder, You are a mother and so am Iit breaks your heart to see your child in pain, you want him to heal fast and cook for him,” she paused, turning to face me fully

Her hands slowly moved from my shoulders to my cheeks, It’s the same for me. Seeing you in pain and this stressed outwords can’t describe how broken it makes me feel, and I want to take care of you too. So, allow me to make something for you.” 

You are my baby too,” She said

In less than ten minutes, Mom brought out a plate from the refrigerator and heated it up

I settled on the kitchen island, eating when the doorbell went off, I’ll go get that.Mom said and scurried 

away

I focused on my food, not allowing my mind to stray anywhere but my kids. They were more important to me than Victoria and her lies

Mom returned shortly with Mason trailing behind her. I looked over his shoulder to find Zoe walking with a basket of fruit in her hand

Hey,she greeted, placing the basket on the table

How have you been?She asked in a calm voice, I’ve been meaning to visit, but you’ve been busy, with the hospital and all,She said

I inhaled sharply, raising my head from the nowempty plate. Well,I began, grabbing a napkin and wiping my lips with it slowly, as you can see, it’s been a hassle,I said

I took hold of the bottle. I tried to uncap it, but I couldn’t. Let me help you,” Mason said, taking the bottle from me, he uncapped it in one swift move

Handing it over to me, I took slow sips before placing it on the table

Zoe’s eyes were misty. You know this is my fault, right?She asked, her voice covered in a whimper

It’s not-” 

It is. Even after five years, my crime still haunts you.” 

I may have been so busy with Liam that I didn’t concentrate on the news or the internet for the days he stayed in the hospital. But I knew the news about me, Victoria, had started and was still active

It was there in the lingering gazes and his hushed whispers in the hospital

It’s not your fault, Zoe.I said, I promise I don’t blame you. This has absolutely nothing to do with you.She sat on the stool next to me

I held her hands, brushing my fingers on her palm softly. Your mom did this all by herself. You can’t take the blame for her mistake, I won’t let you.” 

She’s not my mom anymore.” Zoe declared in a cold voice. I don’t have a mom.” 

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I severed ties with her.Zoe said, closing her eyes, she exhaled, I should have done that a long time ago.She said almost in a whisper. That is why I will no longer waste any more time. I don’t want to regret anything anymore.A look of determination settled behind her sharp gaze

I am in no position to tell her what to do in this regard, but I can’t stop thinking she had something up her sleeve. What are you thinking?” 

She pressed her lips into a firm line, and inhaled sharply, I’ll come clean. I’ll tell the truth. I killed him, you did nothing, all you did was try to protect me from that monster.” 

No.I can’t allow her to do that. It will ruin her. I can take care of this myself,” I assured her

But-I shook my head, then looked at Mason, who was now standing by my side. I nudged him softly by his rib, Say something.” I said when he didn’t speak

A few seconds passed before he said, I think Lydia is right.” His hand found my hair, and he smoothed it. We can take care of this with you.” 

Not we, I. 

I don’t want Mason involved either, but I don’t say it. Not right now. I was too focused on his hand on my hair. 

His hand in my hair, why did this feel wrong? Why did it- 

Gasp

My hand flew over my lips, What’s wrong?” 

I placed my hand on my chest, looking from one pair of eyes to the other as I steadied myself

I was too selfaware to even process anything. Mason was here, and I am looking all haggard. I’d have put in a little effort in trying to look good today

I am fine, I was just thinking of meeting Victoria.” 

You will do no such thing.Mason declared. His outburst doesn’t surprise me. Let’s just come clean, one statement is enough.Mom and Zoe nodded their heads in agreement

That’s what she wants.And I can’t give her that, It’s better she figures a way to deal with this, after all, she started it.” 

No, you got it wrong, I know that woman. She knows you’d not want me to go public with the truth for fear of me getting hurt,” Zoe began

But I don’t care, if getting arrested and paying for my crime is all I have to do to make things right, then so be it.” 

You don’t know what that means. Prison? I will not allow that. That place is hell.” With how Zoe was, she wouldn’t last two days there

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Please. Listen to me. Let me meet with her once. If she doesn’t budge, then I go with whatever you want.” 

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I walked through the door, my eyes searching for Victoria among those seated. Last night, I sent her a message requesting we meet. It wasn’t hard to get her to accept

You came early.A familiar voice said behind me. I turned to see Julia standing a few feet away, with a smile plastered on her face

I squinted, looking past her, my eyes searching for Victoria. She isn’t coming.” 

I seized Julia up and down, and she sent you?” 

No, it was me who replied to your message.” 

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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