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Worst Fear 44

Worst Fear 44

Chapter 44 

Chapter 44 

Mason 

David sent me the address just as he promised

As I drove down to the bar, I couldn’t help but think about Lydia

She must be celebrating now, and a part of me wishes I were there with her

I reminisced about the time when we vowed to be together to celebrate every win and loss together

That probably didn’t count anymore

I pulled in front of the bar where other cars were parked

From the amount of luxurious cars in the parking lot, it was clear that this wasn’t an average bar

As Lapproached, loud music resounded from the untrance. Light flashed in different colors, temporarily brightening things around me

I stopped inside the bar

It was more like a club than a bar. There were so many people in the middle of the bar dancing and pushing their bodies together

I was led to a private booth by a waiter dressed in a black shirt and trousers

Man!David stood when he saw me

He was in a white buttondown, his suit jacket placed on the side

He held

Blass

of drink in his hand

The smell of cigarettes hung heavily in the air

The booth was separate and private, just like liked it. The loud music was gone. This was the second floor, a different world from the first

I didn’t think I’d be seeing you this soon.He extended his hands, and we shook and hit the side of our shoulders together in a mini hug 

“How long has it been since I last saw you? You look as fresh as ever.He said

I sat expressionless.. 

How long have you been in the city?” I asked 

-Touched down in New York yesterday. Didn’t want to call till I settled in, but after reading the news about Lydia, I knew I had to see you.” 

There were three empty bottles on the floor and an unopened bottle on the table

David opened the bottle and poured some into the empty glass on the table. He pushed it towards me

There was a plate with squashed cigarette butts

Hmm,I said

I took the glass from him and twirled it

How did all this happen? I lost contact with the media all those times I was away. I knew of Kavas corporation, but not in my wildest dreams would have thought that Lydia was the face behind such a big and successful corporation” 

Chapter 44 

He placed the glass on his hand on the table

I took a slow sip from my glass, fully aware that David wasn’t done

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket by the side. He then placed a cigarette between his lips, holding it in position while he fetched thức. lighter on the table

He flickered it on Smoke oozed from the cigarette. He sucked in and then blow it out through his mouth and nose

Lydia is dead; how did the dead rise up?He asked. I looked to the side

would have doubted it if I heard this from someone else, we celebrated your divorce together and drank to comfort you at her death. But who knew. she was alive all these while!He sounded more confused than pissed

How is that even possible? I tightened my grip around t glass 

Not only is she back but she is now a rival. Mason, it isn’t fait that you aren’t speaking, tell me, what changed.” 

The side of David was never hard to find

He loved gossip as much as women did

1 gulped down the remaining content of my drink and placed my glass on the table with a thud

I would gladly tell you if I had an idea.That was the truth, but I am just as clueless as he is

I was as surprised as you are, if not more, when I saw her.” 

He squashed the butt of the cigarette on the plate, adding it to the halves on it

I can only imagine.” 

I poured myself a drink 

The only reasonable thing to assume at this point was that there was a mistake. We never saw her body.” 

Inodded

We were silent for the next minute, each of us covered in our own thoughts

I wanted to speak to Lydia. With each gulp that ran down my throat, I wanted her

My mind reverted back to the time we spent in the hospital together. That was the highlight of my day. I didn’t think she was capable of stiming so much 

emation in me

But one thing is sure, she sure has changed.David’s words cut through my thoughts. He was right

Maybe she was correct when she said Lydia was dead

But I’m curious about one thing,David said, leaning forward. I looked at him, How does all this make you feel? Do you want her back? Do you regret letting her go?” 

Do I want her back

I know for a fact that you never let her off.” He added, his expression turned more serious and maybe mixed with a look of conce 

Even though you claimed otherwise, I know you never stopped loving her. So now, how does her return make you feel?” 

David may be a jerk most of the time, but he was one of the most understanding friends I had. He never judged and was always ready to listen

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Chapter 44 

No one has asked me that question

Not run me

running away from the question. I don’t want to talk about it 

1 fear if entertain such questions or thoughts, I may truly want her back, and that was not possible

She doesn’t want me 

Irested my back on the couch, running a finger through its soft and smooth surface 

I didn’t say anything: I didn’t know how to reply

Lydia

Her name slipped out of my mouth. Suddenly, all the anger i felt about losing the contract disappeared, replaced with a deep sense of regret for losing 

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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