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Worst Fear 20

Chapter 20 

Lydia 

The past few days had been nothing but work and more work. Meetings, emails, reports-it was all-consuming. Yet, despite being back in New York, no one in my company had ever actually seen me. I had kept myself hidden. 

The only people who had contact with me were through email. Even the CEO of my company’s branch here in New York was the only one who had ever heard my voice. And that was only because we had an audio call once. 

But no matter how busy I was, I never missed dinner with my kids. That was always the highlight of my day. 

Working from home was just as exhausting as working in the office. It was both stressful and consuming. After a long day of work, I drove to a place I hadn’t seen in years. 

The old orphanage I grew up in. 

The building hadn’t changed much. The bricks were still a dull grey; the front yard still had patches of dry grass. The old iron gates were the same, old and worn out. 

Memories came flooding back. I had spent most of my childhood here. But there were no happy memories. 

The nuns were strict. Cold. I couldn’t blame them-taking care of so many kids couldn’t have been easy. And I had been a handful. I knew that. 

I exhaled, shaking my head. I wasn’t here for nostalgia; I had just been driving by and decided to see if the building was still holding up. Now, I’m going to make sure no other orphaned kid feels like I did. 

Pulling out my phone, I scrolled to my assistant’s contact. Just as I was about to call her and arrange an anonymous donation, I saw the time. 

9:48 p.m. 

Shit. My heart jumped as I realized I was pretty late. 

I quickly ordered food to be delivered to my condo and started my car. The drive home was a blur as I panicked worried that mom would place a video call through pretty soon. I promised the twins, and I do not want to fail them. Ever. 

Then, without thinking, I took a turn. And found myself parked near a house I once called home. 

Mason’s mansion. 

I could see lights inside. I could tell there was laughter, too. They were happy. My jaw tightened, fingers clenching against the steering wheel. 

He had moved on. His life was perfect. After everything I sacrificed to be the perfect wife and tend to all his needs, he moved on from me so fast, even after plotting my death. 

The anger burned through me. I wanted to get out. I wanted to march up there, tear everything apart. But just then, my alarm rang, 9:55pm. I finally snapped out of it and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. 

I put the car in drive and sped home. 

I barely managed to set the table before my phone rang. I quickly wiped the anger from my face, taking a deep breath 1/4 

Chapter 20 

before answering the video call. “Mommy!” Liam grinned upon seeing me. 

Melanie gave me a small smile. “Hi, Mommy.” I smiled back, ignoring the lingering frustration from earlier. “Hey, my love. Did you have a good day?” 

Liam nodded eagerly. “I won another race today!” 

“That’s amazing,” I said, pretending to eat as I listened to him. 

But then I noticed Melanie was weak and barely spoke, only nodding when Liam talked. 

“Melanie, baby, what’s wrong?” I asked. Before she could answer, Mom appeared on screen. 

“She wasn’t feeling well today,” Mom explained. “She had chest pains at school. They called me, so I took her to the hospital.” 

“What?” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “And you’re just telling me now?” 

“She’s okay now,” Mom reassured. “But the doctors think her heart problems might still be serious.” 

“Oh my God, Melanie baby, don’t worry, Mom, I’ll be on the first flight home—” 

“No.” Gloria cut me off. “I’ll bring them to you. I already have the flights booked and we’ll be in New York by 4:00 pm your time. I know how important the launch is for you and I don’t want anything compromising it.” 

I didn’t care about the launch. I just cared about my daughter. I looked at the screen. Melanie’s face was pale, her eyes droopy as she stared at me groggily. She smiled weakly. “Mommy, don’t be sad. I just miss you.” 

My throat tightened. “I miss you too, baby,” I whispered. Melanie’s smile grew. “I can’t wait to hug you.” 

“Soon, sweetheart. Very soon.” As the call ended, I sat there, gripping my phone for a bit too long. 

I could barely sleep all night as I worried non-stop about Melanie. Before I knew it, it was six and I had to go about my morning routines. After a quick shower, I threw on comfortable clothes-an oversized sweater and leggings. No need to dress up since I was working from home. 

My laptop was already open on the dining table, and emails were flooding in. I sipped on black coffee as I skimmed through them. A few investors were asking for updates. Mia had sent a reminder: Call in five minutes. 

I sighed, cracking my neck. 

Right on time. 

The meeting dragged on longer than I wanted. Investors were excited about the upcoming launch, throwing out questions. and suggestions. I answered each one calmly, keeping my tone professional. 

When the call finally ended, I muted my mic and leaned back in my chair. My phone buzzed immediately. 

Mia. 

“Boss,” she greeted. 

“Mia.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I need you to arrange the anonymous funding for the old Catholic orphanage. Make sure it’s enough to renovate, hire more staff, and improve living conditions.” 

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“Already on it,” she replied smoothly. 

“Good.” I took another sip of coffee. “And about the launch, make sure the follow-ups from today’s call are handled.” 

“Understood.” 

“And the Woods?” Mia hummed, flipping through some files on her end, “Mason has been booking private suites, staying overnight at different locations. He’s also been purchasing women’s products….” 

I scoffed, swirling my coffee. “Fucker has a secret girlfriend.” 

“My thoughts exactly.” 

“What about Victoria?” 

“Nothing suspicious. She’s clean. She sent her daughter out of the country to study.” 

Zoe. 

For a moment, I thought about her. 

She must’ve been traumatized after everything that happened. But then again, she was a Woods. She’d grow up just as selfish and ignorant as the rest of them. 

I shook the thought away. “Anything else?” 

“Yeah. I guess this was expected.” 

“What?” 

“Mr Woods has been trying to find out about the mysterious CEO of Kavas corporation.” 

A short laugh escaped my lips. “Let him try. He won’t find a damn thing.” 

“Didn’t think so,” Mia said. “That’s all for now.” 

“Thanks,” I muttered before cutting the call. 

I placed my phone down and exhaled. 

It was now three o’clock, which meant that my mother and the twins should be arriving in an hour. I immediately rushed to get dressed so I could go meet them at the airport. 

When I arrived I found the airport seemed to be less crowded since it was a weekday. I pulled my coat tighter around me and adjusted my sunglasses, heading straight to the receiving hall. 

I checked the time on my phone, 30 minutes left. 30 minutes before my mother and my babies landed. 

I sighed, rolling my shoulders as I found a seat near the large glass windows, I crossed my legs, setting my bag beside me before pulling out my phone. 

I tapped open the news app, already knowing what I’d see. 

KAVAS CORPORATION: THE MYSTERIOUS CEO TAKING OVER THE BUSINESS WORLD. 

I smirked. 

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Chapter 20 

Article after article, all speculating who the anonymous CEO of Kavas Corporation was. They all knew it was a woman. They all knew she lived in Canada. But they didn’t know it was me. 

THE RAPID RISE OF KAVAS THREATENS WOODS’S ENTERPRISES. SOURCES SAY THAT WOOD’S STOCKS HAVE STARTED DROPPING DUE TO KAVAS SECURING MULTIPLE HIGH-PROFILE DEALS… 

I scrolled further, amused. Could the CEO be a former Woods insider? An ex-partner? A scorned business rival? 

I chuckled under my breath. Keep guessing. I was about to read another when something made my breath hitch. 

A familiar figure. 

I looked up, and my whole world stilled. 

Mason Woods. 

For the first time in five years, I saw him. He was standing just a few feet away, tall, powerful, looking completely unchanged. A navy blue suit, crisp white shirt, dark hair styled back. The same aura of control, the same presence that had once made my heart race-now it only fueled my rage. 

My grip on my phone tightened, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. 

I was frozen, staring at the man I’ve hated more than anything and anyone in my life for the past 5 years. Then, before I could blink, she appeared. 

A girl. 

She walked up to him, and then, right in front of me, she threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek. Something snapped inside me. 

My shock burned into anger, a hot, sharp rage that made the lump in my throat too hard to contain. I tore my eyes away from them, inhaling deeply. 

I gritted my teeth and carefully stood up, grabbing my bag. I needed to leave. Find another spot, somewhere he wouldn’t see 

I turned swiftly, ready to disappear into the crowd. 

But then- 

A voice from my past. 

“Lydia? Is that you?” 

I froze mid-step. My heart slammed against my ribs. I turned, and my breath caught in my throat.

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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