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Worst Fear 161

Chapter 161 

Chapter 161 

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I placed my glass to my lips and took a slow sip from the wine. After settling the glass on the table, I reached for my phone. The conference and subsequent tweet we made two days ago were still ranking number one on the search bar

Lydia’s reputation was in shambles, and it is all thanks to Victoria’s brilliant plan. When she first told me about clearing Lydia’s name, I never thought it was just another plan to thrust her further than the pit of ruin, and it was more successful than the first

Being able to expose Lydia’s true face to the world feels like an accomplishment. Such vile women should not be allowed to walk around freely in society. But something still bugged me. My hands on the screen paused, and I tilted my head to the side

I understand the fact that Mason didn’t love me, but why would he choose the woman who murdered his stepdad and tore their family apart

My phone beeped, pulling me out of my trance. Another message from another reporter with the message. Hello, Miss Everett, it’s Jay from Kidar Newsroom. We’d like to have an interview with you. Please, will you be free?” 

I’ve gotten a lot of texts and messages since the post was made, everyone wanted an interview. I twisted my lips to the side as I read the message one more time

It won’t be bad to accept one. Without another thought, I typed back, I’m free right now. Let’s meet.” 

The reply came immediately, Thank you.” It was accompanied by a location for the meeting

When I got to the cafe where we’d be meeting, I was surprised to see that it wasn’t just any interview but a live. The cafe was empty, and aside from Jay, a cameraman, and an assistant, only one waiter who walked into the cafe was present

It’s so nice to have you with us, Miss Everett,Jay said, his blue eyes alternating between my face and the iPad in his hand

My pleasure.The live had not started yet, but the camera was being set. HmmI know we didn’t tell you about it being live. We were just so happy that you finally accepted our invitation, we’ve been reaching out since the first conference.” He paused and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger

I had no idea they’ve been trying to reach out. We’ll be asking questions about Lydia, well known as Alissa Brooks, and also about your relationship with Mr Woods,rays of sunlight streamed in from the opened window by the side. I inhaled softly, looking out through the window, and a tree stood firmly right outside

I returned my gaze to Jay, and he continued, Here are the questions you’d be asked.His assistant, who stood. by his side, handed him a file, which he then handed over to me. My eyes scanned the page. The questions were all personal questions, which would require me to go into details about my relationship with Mason and his stepfather’s murder

We’re going to start in five minutes, I’ll leave you to go through it.” He pushed his chair back, and stood then 

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walked away 

What caused your breakup with Mr Woods

How was your relationship with him?‘ 

Did he cheat on you with Miss Alissa Brooks when he was dating you?” 

How do you feel about him having twins when you were once pregnant with his child?” 

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What happened to your pregnancy?I squeezed the paper when I hit that question. No, I won’t be talking about this. It truly was a mistake to have come here. I tossed the crumpled paper to the side and stood, grabbing my purse. Jay came running as I turned to the door

He caught me at the exit, Wait? What’s wrong? Do you not like the question?He asked, and I was tempted to lash out at him. I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it, not sure what I’d say once I started

Are you uncomfortable with the questions?He asked

Yes, it’s about the questions. I wanted to scream in his face, but Victoria’s words rushed into my mind. The public believes whatever you want them to believe, and she was right

I smiled, loosening my hold on my purse, I turned to him, and my lips curved slightly into a smile. Nothing.He pushed his glasses, and a look of surprise flashed across his face, Let’s go back, I’ll have the interview.” 

I don’t know how Lydia killed her fatherinlaw. I never bothered to know the complete story because it didn’t matter. I can always go around the question

We started immediately, and I tried to keep everything around Lydia

Did you suspect Mr Woods was cheating on you during your relationship with him?Jay asked. I mean, you accused Miss Alissa of being a mistress a few times.” 

I paused for a second, my expression morphing into one of pain. I bit my lower lip, fiddling with my hand on the table, Everyone says not to trust a man since it’s in their DNA that they will cheat.I began, my eyes began to blur, but that was never true because Mason loved me with all he had.” I raised my finger and wiped under my eyes with slow, deliberate movement

However, everything changed when she entered the picture. At first, I had no idea that she was his exwife, so I didn’t think too much when I saw them in compromising places. I-Jay interrupted me

Comprising places? Can you explain more about that?Jay asked

I inhaled slowly, my eyes darting around, and then began, I once saw them in his penthouse alone, naturally, I thought they were there for business. But thinking back, I don’t think so. Mason wore just trousers and no 

shirt.” 

I’m not saying he cheated since I don’t have concrete proof, but I do know that she was always hovering around him, using business as an excuse to spend time with him.” 

Here,” Jay handed me a handkerchief, and I wiped the tears that fell on my cheeks

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I wish I could say Alissa has no hand in our breakup, but I can’t. We were so in love before she appeared. Mason loved me and never once spoke about her.” 

But why do you think he chose his exwife, who murdered his father, and placed his mother in agony over you?” 

You can never know a man’s heart.I said, From the few encounters I’ve had with her, I know she is very cunning; she must have manipulated him, using her twins as her excuse. But I think it’s time for everyone to know who she is. To see the evil woman she is beneath the facade.” 

Jay’s attention was focused on me, and I went on, knowing he would believe whatever I said. It took great courage to speak of this. But a woman like her should not be allowed in society. She murdered a man and is roaming about free. If that was a lie, then she should have said something.” My chest tightened in anger, I dare her to come out and debunk these claims. She can’t.I stated, fisting my palm

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jay’s assistant walking towards us from the side. His eyes were wide with panic as he handed Jay his phone. If she does, if she proves that this is a lie, then I’ll kneel and ask for forgiveness.” 

Jay scratched the tip of his nose, raising his eyes to me. I squinted, wondering what was wrong, It seems Miss Alissa Brooks just held a conference of her own. It just concluded five minutes ago.” He handed me the phone, and as I held it, I froze. In the video, she was seated beside Mason

Miss Everett, what do you have to say about this video? You just said she wasn’t rebunking your claims because she is guilty, but it seems she has done that already, so what do you have to say about this?Jay asked, he went on, but I was too busy reading the article he showed me to hear him

She asked for proof. What proof do you have that she killed her fatherinlaw?I stood up abruptly, slamming his phone on the table

I have a headache, we should stop the interview right now.I didn’t wait for him to continue before rushing out of the cafe

My hands shook as I held the steering wheel. Why was Mason by her side? Why did she have to do a conference at the same time I was being interviewed

Why would she ask for proof, and why was Mason standing by her side? I drove to the one place I knew I could get answers. The Woods’s mansion. What I didn’t expect was to see Lydia’s car entering the mansion as well

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Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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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.

 

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