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Chapter 61

Lydia

When I woke up: Mason was still asleep. The truth was I could barely sleep that night.

Mason came twice with his cock against my mouth. Just like I wanted, I didn’t allow him to touch me. He had to know what he had

I had not planned to come here, but since I was here and had made the best use of my time, I felt good and refreshed. He had his hands over my waist, pulling me into his chest.

Gently, I removed his hand away from my waist and freed myself from his hug

The room was dark as the light had been switched off and the windows closed.

I stepped down from the bed. I have been here multiple times, so I don’t need light to move around.

way around.

It may have been over five years since I was here, but I knew my way

I walked to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror after turning on the light.

My lips were red and swollen, I touched it.

Although I don’t want to admit it, I enjoy every bit of the time I spend with him. My body missed his touch.

I remember those times I touched myself to sleep and imagined that he was the one touching me while trailing his fingers over all

my curves.

I would imagine him doing all the things to me and me moaning out his name.

My wish was partially granted today, though not outrightly what I wanted.

I wanted to be touched, but ended up touching him. As I stepped into the bathroom and felt the warmth still between my legs, I wondered if it was wrong not to allow him to touch me.

I inhaled sharply while standing under the shower.

After washing away his touch and the smell of sex, I stepped out of the room naked.

I tiptoed to the closet door. When my hand touched the doorknob, he stirred in his sleep.

I paused and held my b breath, but he didn’t wake up. I opened the door and stepped into the closest room.

I slid a dress over myself and then stepped out.

Where is my dress?

I looked around the room. I walked to the window and pushed the curtains to both sides, allowing the reflection of light from outside to stream into the room.

It didn’t do much to help, but it was better than before.

I picked up my earrings and necklace, which I had kept on the nightstand close to the bed, and wore them.

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Oh, my dress must be in the laundry room. He had taken it there.

Grateful that nothing had changed in the penthouse, I walked to the laundry room and picked up my dress

I don’t wear it since it would be a hassle to wear it alone.

Now I just need to get one more thing done. I looked around the room and inhaled sharply

Where is Mason’s phone? I had to call Mia, I can’t wait till morning before leave. It would be too awkward for us, and needed to get my head straight on what I truly wanted to do with Mason from now on

I patted the side he lay on and then tried to touch his trousers, but he turned at that moment and held onto my hand

No, no, please don’t wake up now. Sleep some more.

I stood in that position for a while before stepping out and walking to the side of the room.

His phone wasn’t there, so it should be in the sitting room.

I picked up my shoes in one hand, my dress in the other, and stepped out of the room, closing the door slowly behind me.

I walked to the sitting room, and just as I thought, the phone was on the couch. I picked it up, but it was off. I switched it on.

A lock appeared on the screen.

Gosh, why didn’t I think of this? I ran my hand over my hair in frustration. What would I do with this now?

What could his password be?

When we were married, we used the same password, which was our date of birth.

Mine was 10, and he was 19.

I have longed to change mine, and I suspected that he would have done the same.

What would he have used?

I racked my brain and then decided to try with his mother’s date of birth. But I couldn’t remember hers or Zoe’s

“Just try the old pin, what if he hasn’t changed it?” One part of my mind said.

I inhaled sharply and looked behind me. I can’t waste any more time. What if he wakes up and is behind me?

I typed on the screen, “One, zero, one, nine,” I whispered under my breath as my fingers danced over the screen.

My eyes widened when it opened.

It fucking opened. He didn’t change it. Why didn’t he change it?

I changed mine ages ago, so why didn’t he? He kept renewing the medicines, and he didn’t change his PIN.

I just couldn’t figure Mason out.

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Well, I didn’t have the time to dwell on his reason.

it didn’t change the fact that he betrayed me. Nor that he divorced, choated, and planned my death. These were unfor

I quickly dialed Mia’s number, which I knew offhand. It connected after a few rings..

“Hey, Mia, it’s Lydia.

“Oh my goodness, ma’am, where have you been? We’ve all been worried sick. The twins are worried, too. They’ve refused to sleep. Where on earth are you?” I massaged my temples,

Sigh.

I felt bad that I made them worried.

“I’m fine,” I say. “Come pick me up.” I gave her the address.

I deleted the log on Mason’s phone and then switched it off before keeping it in the same position as I met it.

It didn’t come as a surprise that the door lock used the same pin. Mason didn’t change it either.

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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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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.