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Worst Fear 164

Chapter 164 

Lydia 

What happened?My heartbeat sped up as I entered the room

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My feet stopped as I saw the scene before me. Liam and Melanie stood rooted to the floor as they stared ahead of them

I placed my hand on my chest. I almost had a heart attack from the thought that they were in danger

Liam and Melanie pointed to the glass, If this is the surprise, it’s insane.” Liam said in an exaggerated tone, his eyes pinned on the dolphin that swam lazily in the water

Thank you, Mom, for not telling us. This is beautiful.Melanie said her eyes were beginning to tear up from excitement. Mason and I exchanged looks. My lips stretched into a smile, and my muscles relaxed. I’m glad you like it,I said

Like it?Liam asked

Melanie raised a brow, Mom, we love it. This is the best gift you have ever given me.Melanie has always loved the sea, so I knew how much staying in this suite meant to her

Is this our room?Liam asked, and I shook my head. Mason stood by our side, no doubt enjoying the 

moment

There is another room. Why not check it first before. you 

decide?” 

They hurried towards the room. Mason looked at me with eyes brimming with joy, and we strode after them

The glass in this room was bigger; it was on both ends of the room, so they could see more of the sea than in the first room. I knew the room they were going to pick before they opened their lips

Mom, Dad, can we?Liam asked, placing his hands together. He looked at us with hopeful eyes

Of course.” The word had barely left my lips before they held hands together and began leaping. Yes!” 

That evening, we had dinner on the terrace with the twins, Cold air slapped against my face, and a warm glow cascaded from the fluorescent light above us

A feast was spread in front of us, Liam, why do you have such a big appetite? You never get satisfied,Melanie said, stirring her orange juice

Liam didn’t get offended; instead, he explained, I wonder who I got that from; it’s not normal. I read about it, and I know it’s a trait I inherited.Liam has started reading on topics I thought were too big for him to 

understand

But the thing was that he understood everything. Both eyes lifted at the same time to look at me. I looked at Mason. I had a small appetite, so it has to be him, it’s probably from dad.” 

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I’m truly my father’s son,Liam said, with a dry grin, before he resumed eating

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After eating, we remained there watching the sky. The sky was clear and dotted with stars, which twinkled. Mom, Dad,Melanie called in her usual soft voice, her eyes still pinned ahead of her

How did you meet?Her question left me stunned for a moment. Where did that form from

What?My eyes found masons, and he had an amused look splashed across his face

Why are you asking that?” 

Liam and I were thinking of a perfect anniversary gift for you and Dad since Julie was doing the same.Julie was a girl in the same class as them. But then we realised we don’t even know when the date is.” 

Date? We weren’t even married. Well, about thatI began, my chest ached at the thought that I was about to shatter their little dream of giving us anniversary gifts

I looked to Mason for help, “In three months, when I’m sure of the date, I’ll tell you.He promised and my eyes widened. Why the twins highfived each other, I lifted a brow and mouthed, What?” 

Relax.he said. At the same time, something warm found my feet under the table. His feet grazed mine. I straightened, looking at the kids who were counting on their fingers and debating who should pick out the gifts

How many years are you celebrating? Is it the first year since you got married yet?They seemed to have a fair idea about anniversaries and marriage, Is it six years? Because that’s the next age we’d be soon.” Okay, they seemed to mistake it for the same thing as Parenthood

Mason’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as he stared at the twins. I couldn’t trust him to speak, so I said, I think you made a mistake.It would be best to be clear about my relationship to the twins and explain the difference between these three terms to avoid leaving them confused

The thing isI paused. They stared at me with eyes brimming with excitement, like the anniversary was tomorrow and they couldn’t wait to get ready. I alternate my gaze from Liam to Melanie, the truth isI stopped and pressed my lips together

They were having so much fun preparing for our anniversary, and I didn’t want to be the one to ruin it

Seven years, that’s how long we’ve been in love,” Mason said, his eyes lingering on mine. Heat rushed to the back of my neck, and the butterfly in my stomach churned

Alright. That makes it seven gifts, Liam,Melanie said as they returned to speaking between themselves

Later that night, after we’d taken the twins to sleep, Mason and I lay on the bed. It has been so long since we shared a moment like this

I feel complete,” Mason said, as he lay facing the ceiling. Now I can die without regret.He just has to ruin 

the first sentence

No one is dying, except you plan to leave the twins and me incomplete,I said, and Mason shook his head

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He adjusted, turning to his side. He supported his head with his hand, and I felt his hot gaze on the side of my 

face

On the scale of one to ten, how sad will you be if I die?He asked

Why would you even ask that? Do you want to die?I turned to, and just as I expected, his eyes shimmered with desire

No, I just want to know how much you love me.He said

Why do you have to die before you know that?I was puzzled, sometimes it was impossible to fully understand the thought process of this man

So you do agree that you love me.My cheeks heated up. I didn’t have to look to know that he had a sly smile on his lips

I never said that.” 

So you don’t love me?He asked, and I closed my eyes and looked away from him. The room is dimly lit, but when I opened my eyes and turned, I could make out those familiar features instantly

I never said that either.My voice is low. Mason smiled the type of smile that would make any girl’s heart 

melt

You love me,” it wasn’t a question

I think so.My heart slammed against my chest as I stared at the man in front of me. His eyes lowered to my lips as I wet them

Why did you tell the twins that our anniversary was in three months? Do you realise you just deceived them? They will be so disappointed.My face fell at the thought of my babies

Who said I lied?Mason said in a serious tone. I drew my brows together. In three months, I’m sure you’d be head over heels in love with me, and we’d have whatever party they want to celebrate our love.” 

I turned away, pinning my eyes on the glass in front of me. It was better to look at the sea and the fish in it than to speak to Mason, who was probably going to say whatever he liked

Maybe we should even get married then,Mason said casually, like he was talking about the weather and not our remarriage

You sound so confident, who said I was going to marry you?” 

You love me, remember, and our love has been for seven years.His tone was certain, and as I shifted my gaze to him once more, I couldn’t deny it

More than seven years,my words were slow. I inhaled softly. I’ve loved this man from the moment I saw him over ten years ago

He was silent, and for a moment I wondered if I had said something wrong. His eyes dropped to my lips, and in a hoarse voice, he asked, Can I kiss you?” 

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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