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Worst Fear 46

Worst Fear 46

Chapter 46 

Chapter 46 

Lydia 

Melanie is still weak, but after being discharged from the hospital, she regained herself in the next two days

As promised, Mom organized a miniparty for them

1just finished speaking to the doctor. He was still in search of a suitable kidney. I know it’s too soon, and maybe it thinks it’s unreasonable, but I am a mother

I am desperate, and I will do anything to save my child

I tried to keep a healthy smile in front of my loved ones, but how far can I go in hiding my troubled heart behind the facade

What are you thinking about? You’ve been lost in thought all day?Mom said

I didn’t realize she was in my room. I’m seated on my bed, resting my back on the wooden bed frame

When did you come in, Mom?I asked, adjusting in the bed. I crossed my legs under me

She sits on the bed, creating a crest in the bedspread

You didn’t even notice when I entered.She shook her head in a way to say this must be bad

I stretched and placed my phone on the small table beside the bed. I couldn’t help but wonder when she entered. How much has she heard

Nothing, Mom, I’m okay,I said

You can’t lie to me, Lydia. I know you’ve been trying to keep your troubles under a façade. I’m your mother.” She adjusted. The foam deepened

I know you.She took my hand in hers, and for a moment, I was tempted to break down

I know when you are bothered. If you aren’t ready to tell me what’s wrong, it’s fine, just don’t lie to me, and never think that you are alone.” 

She smiles, Cause you always had me with you.She added and brushed a few strands of hair on my face

1nodded and moved closer

Growing up in an orphanage was like survival of the fittest. I have learnt all I know myself, I had to care for myself and rely on myself

The first time I had someone to rely on was when Mason walked into my life but he left as easily as he entered

I am not used to having people care for me. I decided to use that as the perfect excuse as to why I wasn’t telling Mom what was wrong with me, and that kinda comforted me

She placed her hand on the small of my shoulder. My gaze was down as I stared at my legs

You can tell me if you feel overwhelmed. Things don’t always go well, and I’ll never judge you.I felt something warm slide down my cheeks

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Chapter 46 

I couldn’t hold it back. You can’t blame me.. 

My shoulders began to shake

She straightened my legs and covered the space between us. She hugged me, pulling me close to herself

She didn’t say anything. We just remained there

The hug was warm, soothing my soul deeply

I wrapped my hand around her, afraid that if I didn’t, she would disappear and I would never see her again

Later, I laid my head on her lap, curling my legs on the bed. She passed her hand through my hair

You know, when I had you, I thought my world was completed.She started

I tensed

She must have sensed it because she didn’t speak for the next minute

This wasn’t something we spoke about

After that day five years ago, we never spoke about it. It was as though there was an unspoken rule between us to keep it in the past

And right now, all I think about is that she just broke that rule

We were together briefly, but you were my joy, the highlight of my entire life, and when I left you at the orphanage, I knew I had lost a piece of myself.She paused

The room was dim, and the window was locked, but the curtains were pulled to the side, allowing us to see the view of the night 

I knew I would not be able to live the rest of my life without you.She added. I closed my eyes, leaning into her hand as it passed through my hair again

How can a human live without its complete part? But at the same time, I realized I didn’t want to appear in front of you as the woman I was.She looked down at me

I would not have judged you, Mom.I heard myself say, my voice barely

a whisper

I know that. But I wanted to be the mom you deserve. I guess that was my only way of paying you the time we spent apart.”I pressed my lips together, not sure what to say, so I closed my eyes

But there are some things that money can’t buy, like this moment. Like you.Now, I didn’t know where this conversation was heading

You are my jewel; you mean a lot to me.she drew in a breath, her voice broke, and my eyes whipped open

Lay still.I was more of a request than a command, but I obeyed

You mean the whole world to me. You’ve always had.She removed her hand from my 

hair

And then, I had to watch you give life. You created a world of your own, too.Something cold hit me. The hair on hand all stood

Chapter 46 

Maybe I knew what this was about

I would give my life for you if necessary because you are my child, my love, my life. And you would do the same for your twins Tears slid to the side of my face

You know about Melanie?I asked. That was the only reasonable explanation for what she was saying

But I can’t watch my daughter carry the burden alone. It breaks me that you didn’t tell me about it,She said

Because I knew it would break you.” 

rose from her lap, not minding that it was defying her request

I understand how you feel perfectly,she said, and I didn’t ask her how she knew about the kidney transplant. I didn’t need to know

I will always be here for you. And I want to assure you that Melanie will be fine. We’ll get the kidney.” 

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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