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Worst Fear 65

Worst Fear 65

Chapter 65 

Mason 

What an unpleasant surprise. Why are you here, Mr. Woods?Her voice was cheerful, but I could entice the little disappointment as if she were upset that I just interrupted her moment with Marcus

Marcus leaned towards her, wiped her hair away from her face. I fist my palm as I watched him. He then planted a kiss on the side

of her face

Well, I want to speak to you,I said and then added, urgently.I fixed my eyes on Marcus. He wasn’t staring at me. His hand was still on her hair, and I wanted to pull it off. Rip it off the shoulder and beat him with it. But I held myself back

What do you want to talk about?She asked, freeing herself from Marcus’s hold

1 blinked, trying to steady my breath as I returned my eyes to Lydia. I want to speak in private,I told her 

Marcus is no stranger.She said, and from her tone, I knew what she actually meant was, I don’t think there’s anything we have to talk about in private, Mason.” 

My heart twisted when I saw the triumphant look on Marcus’s face as he stared at me. I grind my teeth

He is to me. I don’t know or trust hi 

him,my voice was full of spite as I spoke. I couldn’t help it. I hate how close he is to Lydia

I’ll leave,Marcus said, and then he did something, leaned towards Lydia, and whispered in her ear, She laughed at his words, and he kissed her cheeks before leaving, promising to call later

After the door closed behind him, Lydia’s full attention was placed on me

What did you want to say?” 

What was he doing here?I asked, And why were you so close to him?” 

She crossed one leg over the other and placed both palms on it. I don’t think I owe you an explanation about my personal life or my relationship with others,she said matteroffactly

I passed one hand over my hair

Lydia.I began

Mason!She called back, her voice sharper. I sighed. She clearly has changed and isn’t the same woman anymore

I placed the bag on the table. I brought your bag,I said 

Okay.She didn’t say thanks. I don’t need her thanks. I don’t know why I feel angry, or maybe I have the right to be. After what happened last night, I thought there might be something between us now

How well do you know him? Are you dating him? Why was he all over you? What if he’s not a good man?” 

Slow down, Mr. Woods, that’s too many questions,I said

*You can answer one after the other? My eyes are moving across the office, looking for the closest seat to her and listening to her explain. But my expectations were killed the next moment when she repeated

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I owe you no damn explanation Mason, I couldn’t understand her

You barely know this man. Why allow him to be all over you? What if he hurt you?I don’t know why I’m saying this, have put her through much worse, but I’d say anything to remove him from her life

She 

goes silent and just holds my gaze. She is seated and I’m standing, but the intensity of her gaze didn’t drop. 

Pot calling kettle black. I don’t care what he does, cause someone has done worse. I know how to pick myself up, and I don’t need anyone worrying about me. Especially not you.She said

I inhaled a scent of breath, Besides, we have no obligation to each other. You don’t see me asking rude questions about you and Julia,” so she cared about us, I’d be glad if she asked questions

I don’t ask because I don’t care, and I hope with all my heart that you wouldn’t either.There, she said it

I closed my eyes. Her words were sharp, but she had a point; she was right

When I opened them, I felt a sting

What about last night, we, youshe brushed me off quickly

Last night was a mistake, pretend it didn’t happen,” She said. Her words hurt. It shouldn’t, but it did

I can’t just pretend.I protested

Then what? Wear it proudly on your head?She laughed. We both know what will happen if your fiancé finds out what happened.” I wanted to tell her that I’m not engaged to Julia, not yet, but I don’t think it would matter

Last night will not be repeated, so move on.” 

But I can’t. She stands and walks to sit behind her table. I know that this is the clue that the conversation is over, but I can’t accept it. I try one more time

But she raised her hand to stop me before I could speak

No more, Mason. Please see yourself out.She is stern. This made me love her again. I don’t like the fact that her feelings are constantly flipping, but I don’t care

There’s something about this new Lydia that I wanted to explore. That is why seeing her with Marcus is driving me insane.. 

I worked out of the office, feeling worse than when I entered

I drove off

When I got to my office, I hung my suit in the hanger beside my table and dropped into my chair

My phone rang. It was Julia

Bad timing. I don’t answer. She called again, and on the fifth ring, I could no longer ignore the call, so I answered

What do you want?I snapped. No response. I quickly realized that my tone was wrong, so I apologized

I’m sorry, Julia, I’m just really having a long day.I said. It wasn’t really a lie

It’s fine. I shouldn’t have called.” 

No wait,I said before she could end the call

Speak, I can make time to listen,” I said, staring at the screen in front of me

I missed you, we’ve not had time for ourselves since you’ve been busy. Can we have dinner later tonight?She asked

Alright.” 

After the call, a sea of thought hit me

She was right, we’ve not been able to enjoy ourselves or the things we love so much. After yesterday, I was beginning to think of ending things with Julia

I can’t deny that I’m attracted to Lydia. No, that’s the wrong choice of words

I’m in love with her. I never stopped loving her, and seeing her with Marcus made me realise something I can’t allow her to be with another man, I want her back, and I will get her

First, I needed to end things with Julia and make my mom understand that this thing with Julia wasn’t going to work

Daniel walked into the office with a file in his hand. He hands it over to me. There is a new contract I wanted. A partnership that would change a lot of things. It was with a famous brand, known throughout the globe. I needed to go through a man who was the face of the brand

It is said he is the owner of the multimillion dollar company, but he’s not. He works directly with the CEO. If we can’t win him over, then getting the contract and the other work done all through will be hard

Others are trying to get this contract, too. I’m on the verge of arranging a meeting with him; I’ll let you know when the meeting is scheduled.I nodded, eyes scanning through the file. I handed the file back to him. He bowed and left

If I see this contract, it will open doors to others. And then I may practically not need Julia’s father’s help anymore, which means I don’t need Julia in my life, either

Perfect

I’m already plotting the steps in getting Lydia back, and this was the first hurdle I needed to cross. Julia sent a text, the address for tonight’s dinner

I picked up my phone from the top of the table when it beeped. I am in a meeting which wasn’t going too well

It’s a text from Zoe

Hey, bro, I thought about what we spoke about. I’ll be returning home. I’m not sure when, I’ll text you when I decide. For now, please keep it away from Mom, I won’t be staying at the mansion.” 

I texted her back before returning my attention to the man in front of me

My mind reverted back to what we spoke about. Zoe had texted to inform me about Lydia. She had seen a picture of her. We all thought Lydia was dead, so I understood her surprise

She also confided in me about how she was feeling about how everything played out

Chapter 65 

I didn t expectiny divorce to affect her the way it did, I’m looking forward to her retuneis had something she wanted to say to me in person, it must be important, given how she’d ruist 

Later that evening, I walked into the restaurant, to the place Julia had reserved for us, with one sole purpose, bheat 

her 

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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