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Worst Fear 66

Worst Fear 66

Chapter 66 

Lydia 

After Mason left, leaned into my chair, and Marcus phoned. He had done everything intentionally to spite Mason, and he hold back his laugh when I told him whatever he did was effective

I saw the longing in Mason’s eyes and knew it would not be long before coming back to my arms

He hangs up with a promise to come visit the twins. It has been a long time since he visited and spent time with the children 

Later that evening, I’m finishing off my work for the day, it’s past 9 pm. Just as I had thought, Mia and I ended up spending a long time in the office to make up for being there late

I yawned tiredly as I tied my hair up in a bun for the third time. For some reason, it keeps coming off

I closed my laptop and stood after approving and sending the last email. There were empty cups of coffee seated on my Lable, some files scattered on the table, and a book on the side. I picked the book up and moved to the side where the shelf was 

I tucked it between the stack of books on the third row. Walking back to the table, I picked up the empty cups of coffee and threw them in the bin before arranging the files. I hit the bottom of the table to ensure they are well arranged

There’s a knock on the door. I didn’t need an introduction before knowing that it was Mia. The door opened, and she stepped in. Her shoes clicked softly on the floor. She walks to me and takes the files from me

Hey!I said she looked around

*The cleaning lady would have gladly done this tomorrow; this is, after all, what she’s paid for. I don’t know why you keep trying t clean your office after work for the day.Mia said, placing the files on the table close to the shelf of books. There were files of different colors kept in various slabs

She turns back to me

Mrs. Ari is nice and could use a little help; you should start doing the same,I said, picking up my bag. She had a small purse, which she clung to. Her red dress hugged her body, and Her hair was expertly styled, cascading down one side of her shoulders

I stared at her face, she’s wearing makeup, You going out?I asked

She sighed, Yes,she opened the door, so I stepped out. Our steps are in sync

You’ve decided to get back into the dating world?I asked

Yes. Met this guy on Tinder.She said lazily, like this entire date, things were more of an obligation than a choice

Where’s Mia, who’s bragging about becoming an old auntie with many cats?I asked, letting out a small laugh

Things changed, and that was ages ago,she said

I liked nights like this. Our little chats each time we stayed long got more interesting as time went by, and it’s usually what I look 

forward to each time we work late

You have to forget about that. I’m changing my mind.The offices we walked past are empty

Fine, fine.I raised my hands over my head in resignation. I’ll drop you off quickly and get on to my night.She said, but I shoo 

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my head

I don’t want her to go late or make her more stressed, the had a long day 

No need, I’ll go home by myself, focus on enjoying your date, advised 

You sure you’d be okay on your own?She asked, and I nodded

To my surprise, Marcus is waiting for me in front of the building

We left together in his car after bidding goodnight to Mia. We spoke all through the ride. I caught sight of some gift hoves in the 

back seat

You didn’t really have to get them anything,I said

Why?He asked, but he didn’t wait for my reply and went on, It’s been so long since I saw them. I can’t possibly go there empty handed now, can 17He asked. I’m about to say you can, but I stop myself 

If he wants to buy them a gift, I don’t mind. The kids may be sleeping, so you’d have to come back tomorrow,I warned

Alright, I don’t mind, he said. If they’re asleep, he’d just drop me off. I don’t think I can entertain or chat with him. It’s late. Ichecked my wristwatch; it’s already 10 p.m. 

He wasn’t the closest to the kids, but he saw them once in a while, and over time, Liam had grown to like him

When we got home, I was surprised to find the twins wide awake. They were playing with their nanny

I stepped in first. Marcus was on call, so he was still outside

Mom’s back,Melanie says to me first and runs towards me, hugging me. Liam joins her, both holding my legs. I’d have raised them if I weren’t too tired

Instead, I bend down to meet their level. I placed a kiss on the side of their face. Their faces brightened, I’m surprised you aren’t asleep yet.I say

Of course not, we wanted to show you our painting.Liam said. He then assessed me with his eyes as I rose to my feet. Then he placed his lips close to Melanie’s ear and whispered into it. Melanie nodded

I stood waiting for them to show me their painting, but Liam said, We’ll show you the painting tomorrow. Can you spend time wi us tomorrow?” 

Please, Mom, please, for now you need rest.Melanie joins in. I’m touched by how considerate they are. I don’t know what I did t deserve two cute angels

I stoked my jaw pretending to think for a while, Alright, if you promise to make it worth my time and be of the best behaviour.I said, and they leapt, yay!” 

Just then, Marcus stepped in

Guess who came visiting? Marcus asked. He covered his face with the boxes, the twins

Uncle Marc,both squealed and ran towards him, hugging his legs. He placed the boxes down and picked them up

I was too tired to watch them, so I excused myself. I don’t see Mom in sight. She’s usually with the twins each night, so I was 

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surprised as to why today was different

got into my room, took a quick bath, and then went downstairs. The twins were asleep when I returned. Since the nanny had left. Marcus helped carry Liam while I carried Melanie

We place them in their bed. When Marcus was about to leave, I asked if he’d had dinner

No.” 

Then have some before you leave.While we were eating, he told me about being invited by the twins to join in tomorrow’s fun

The more the merrier.” I agreed with my babies 

After dinner, he left. I saw him in his car. Mom was standing in the sitting room when I arrived. She had a bottle of water in her hand, and beads of water rolled down from the bottle

Mom,I said. She flinched a bit and then placed her hand on her chest. She wasn’t expecting me to be here

I thought you went to bed.She said, regaining her composure. Something’s off, she looked a bit stiff

What’s wrong!I asked, walking closer to her. She flashed me a smile, which I immediately told was fake

Nothing’s wrong, Lydia.” She said and picked up the cap of the bottle lying on top of the table. She tried to cover the bottle, but her hands were trembling, and she ended up missing it

The bottle fell on the floor. Water splashed

I’m sorry,she said, she was immediately on the floor wiping off the water with her hand. I stopped her

Mom, Mom,I called, and she finally stopped. We’re both on the floor at this point. I have never seen her looking so miserable

She looks nothing like her usually composed self

Her eyes are red. Don’t tell me something is wrong. I hold her; she tries to wiggle out of my hold, but I don’t give her a chance, She stopped struggling. I hate seeing her like this. My heart twisted. I helped her to the closest couch and she sat

She doesn’t meet my eyes. My worries intensified

Mom, please speak. What’s wrong? I can’t help it if I don’t know.” 

LydiaI think, I fearShe paused, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she wiped them off. She turned her body away from me, and I didn’t see her face for the next few minutes

I don’t speak or try to hold her. When she turned to me, her tears were gone, but her eyes were red. She took in a scent of breath and then held my eyes

Please speak to me,I say. She nodded slowly

The doctorshe drags her breath, the doctor called.I nodded, urging her to go on. I don’t need an explanation of who the doctor is. She had called her friend or acquaintance about Melanie’s kidney

We can’t get the kidney, Lydia. None matched, there was only one way it’s wrong, but I have no choice.Her words are muffled between sobs

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I don’t understand, What do you mean?I asked, my heart beating benda 

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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