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Worst Fear 42

Worst Fear 42

Chapter 42 

Chapter 42 

Lydia 

I adjusted en my seat leaning out to hear the report. He pushed the brown envelope in me 

What did the report say? Lasked, looking down at it without touching it. Fear has begun to read into my skin with the look on the doctor’s top 

He wasn’t smiling. He just held a sodermis look on his face. That a bad feeling about this

glasses 

He pushed his places up the bridge of his nose

I picked up the envelope without opening it. The name of the hospital and the address were in one corner of 19

Her kidney has become had,he stated. We knew this before,Treplied

We knew it from birth

I was what we talked about earlier. He shook his head as if to tell me what he meant. This time was different 

You have to understand that this is not the end of the world. With the fear in your eyes, I will advise that you hold yourself as the you this.” He continued, and I nodded a bit too briskly, urging him to carry on 

Melanie will need a kidney transplant.My world stopped, my eyes widened

What did you say?I asked not because I didn’t hear him but because I wanted to allow him to change the mess 

Or maybe didn’t hear him properly

I’ll keep an eye out for a kidney.He had said the last test would decide the type of treatment, but a part of me had bald my heart, hoping it wasn’t a transplant. I guess I am not as lucky as I wanted to be

I blinked rapidly, trying to send back the tears that were threatening to fall 

It was bad, I knew it but I never thought it had gotten to that stage

Over the years with Melanie and with us always being in the hospital, I’ve come to know a lot about kidney disease and all 

This can’t be the fifth stage

My entire body trembled, I am not ready to lose my daughter, doctor. I placed both hands together, rubbing them

You won’t lose her. She will get better with a kidney.His voice was calm as he spoke

I shook my head

I’ve heard of cases where the patients were able to curtail their sickness, and it never rose more than stage three. Why is Melanie’s situation different?| wanted to know

I’ve successfully held back my tears, but it didn’t stop my heart from being ripped apart

I wished this upon myself a thousand times more than for my baby 

Oh, my poor baby

I placed the envelope on my lap 

The doctor lounges forward and clasps his hands together

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Melanie is just five; you know she also has hypertension, and the Huld buildap from her falling w heart; if we want to keep her alive. Then we’ll need a kidney transplant.He explained, his voice soft

His eyes held a gentle look, but I couldn’t hold it for long; I helt i would break down.completely 

We can have the surgery; I am ready to give you any amount you want.” All my fortune. I just want my baby in be find

I rubbed ity palm on my lap, how fast can we got the transplant done!” 

We’ll have to search for a kidney that matches hersHe said, I nodded, he continued, but it is not always easy to get one. it will take two or thre months. He said

Helt my heart lightened

Tears slid down my face, and he passed a tissue to me

I’m sorry about this. He said. I took the tissue and dabbed my cheeks with it. It quickly became soaked from tears

Does Melaniemy voice brake. The question was in my head but I couldn’t bring myself to say it 

Does Melanie have up to that time? Will my girl be able to hold on before then?” 

I had to know

Yes. In typical cases, she should. For now, we’ll watch her condition.He said

As I walked back to Melanie’s room, I felt my pain transform into anger

Why was this happening

Melanie is so young. She has never hurt anyone in her life, so why does she have to go through all this

Why do I have to watch my daughter experience this

Isn’t it time for my suffering to end

My mind reverts back to the time when they were just babies, still in the incubator

I was close to the room, but my legs couldn’t carry me. I ignored the weird looks thrown at me by some people passing by 

Most of them had bigger issues, but they had the time to judge me with their eyes, not that I minded

My legs suddenly grew weak

I didn’t want to go into the room with puffy eyes. The last thing I wanted was to make them worried 

I planned to keep this news away from them

I won’t tell them until find a suitable kidney for transplant

My shoulder shook. I rested my hand in my lap, leghing forward, I propped my face with my palm. While sitting on the bench

When I thought I had had enough, I stood and dried my eyes

I raised my phone to my eye level to check the condition of my eyes

It was puffy but better than before, plus could easily make an excuse

immediately, the door opened, and I walked into the room, Mom planted a kiss on Melanie’s head, they said she can be discharged tomorrow. I want to 

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go prepare for her retum. We are celebrating” 

Yay! Victory ice cream!Liam cried, I’ll go with granny.He said. I had no problem with it

Immediately they left, Mia walked in

Ma’am, the contract for the land has been approved. We got the land.” 

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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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