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Worst Fear 69

Worst Fear 69

Chapter 69 

Chapter 69 

Gloria 

When I got the news that the kidney didn’t match, I felt my world stop. I’m sorry, Mrs. Gloria.Dr. Telvin apologized for the fifth 

time

I supported myself by placing my hand on one of the tables close to me

What can we do? Dr. Telvin, I can’t leave my granddaughter to die.I said

I couldn’t believe that my connection was failing me. I have spent years building what I have today, and I have donated money to support patients who had none. Build hospitals in places the government wouldn’t respond, so why should I have to deal with 

this

I can’t watch my daughter carry her child. The thought of that made me sick to my stomach

What can we do about this? There surely must be something we can do.I said into the phone. My legs had gotten too weak to 

stand, so I sat on the nearest couch

I’m sorry.He said

After the call, I placed a call to someone else. Jeremy, he still owes me one. The call connected after a few rings. I cleared my throat and began, Dr. Jeremy, it’s been so long he was thrilled

I didn’t think you’d be calling Mrs. Gloria. Inever got a chance to thank you properly for the donation you made last month. The foundation is grateful, ma’am.He said

I smile sadly 

I had not even known about the condition of my granddaughter at that point, not that it would have changed anything. I would 

have contributed either way

It’s fine,I said

My heart was hammering against my chest. I have something to ask. Given this was the sixth Dr. I was calling, I couldn’t help the bile that rose up to my throat. 

I have a favor to ask from you.” I went ahead to tell him what I wanted from him

I’m sorry, Mrs. Gloria. My hope, which was hanging on a thin thread, broke. I won’t be able to help right now.” He said

I closed my eyes and threw my head back, It’s fine.” I say, though, I was screaming inside. It wasn’t fine

I can’t handle this. The pain is too much, and I’m thinking that I have to be the one to make sure my granddaughter becom after this. I kicked myself internally

No, nothing will happen to Melanie

After the call, I knew I had just one option left

I had found a kidney that matched hers, but i was late. It was for a tenyear-old boy with the same health conditions. If only thad called a day earlier

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I offered to pay more than the boy had, and I knew the doctor would bend

So I did

When I told Lydia about my decision, I didn’t expect her to be in favor of it, but I was sure that I would be able to convince her, She needed her daughter

I needed my granddaughter to be in good health

But I was wrong, I couldn’t convince her, and we got into our first ever fight

I didn’t sleep a wink all night. Morning came swiftly, my eyes were swollen and red. I tried to console myself that there was still time, but I couldn’t

All night, all I could think about was the memory I had been trying to bury

When I was training to become a nurse, I had seen firsthand how these same health problems had claimed the life of a boy. The parents never fully got over it. And because I was accompanying the doctor treating the boy, and that was one of the first deaths witnessed, I became traumatized by it

I went for therapy for three months because of it, coupled with other things I witnessed in the hospital

And now that fear I felt that day was crawling back. Raw, unfiltered fear. I can’t deal with it. I felt suffocated in my house with my family. I decided to leave that morning. I had no place in mind, but I knew I had to go

Aside from that, it has been a hassle keeping the twins away from me all evening yesterday, and I don’t want them to witness my breakdown

I got into my car and drove off. When I got to the red light, I stopped, placed my head on my steering wheel, and wiped. I didn’t raise my head until I heard horns blaring from behind me, urging me to drive off

I did

I drove around the city aimlessly for a while. I pulled over in front of a lake. Stepping out of my car, I stood on the bridge, then walked closer to it and placed my hand on the rails

This was hard

I wanted to scream. This is tearing me apart, and I feel like a terrible mother. I should be pulling myself together and supporting Lydia just the way she is doing with her twins. 

She was there with them while I was here, trying to sort out my own emotions

I screamed out of the lake, letting it all out. My throat was sore when I stopped. I felt a bit better, I was panting. I contemplated calling my therapist but decided against it

Maybe I should try to sort this out first

I felt a presence behind me, and I turned

I came facetoface with Marcus

*Morning, Mrs. Gloria. I had an inkling that it was your car, and then I saw it, I knew it was you, what are youYou’ve been crying? Oh my goodness, what’s wrong?He asked, walking over to me

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He reached for my shoulder, and I felt like breaking down

Marcus,I said, cleaning my face with the back of my palm

What are you doing here?” 

I run on the bridge every morning.He said

I’m out for a walk.An obvious lie, which he did dispute

That’s not true. Is everything alright? How’s Lydia? How’s the twins?He asked, concerned

They’re fine. I’m all good.I said again

You can tell me what is wrong, you know. I won’t judge.” There was something about the way he said it

I felt like breaking down in his hold but stopped myself. He was my daughter’s business partner. They’ve been working together for 

a long time, and he would always come home to visit the twins most days. Still, I didn’t know him well enough

He was practically a stranger

I’m not fine.” I heard myself say. We sat in the nearest cafe

He is opposite me. He listened keenly as I spoke, telling him all about Melanie’s sickness, the calls I’d made, and my fears

He understood. After I’ve finished speaking, he cupped my hand with his and spoke in the most gentle tone

You know, Lydia didn’t mean whatever she said?He asked, and I nodded

I didn’t mean what I said either,I called her a terrible mother.. 

She was the exact opposite of being terrible. We both knew it

I think you allowed your emotions to speak yesterday. I can tell that Lydia isn’t doing well; this must be eating her up, too. And also, at this moment, she needs all the support she can get.He was reasonable

He was right: I think you should talk it out with her first. Then, you can settle and put your differences aside

Thank you. Please don’t tell Lydia I told you anything.He made a zip motion on his lips with his fingers

My lips are sealed. I won’t tell her about it if she doesn’t tell me first.” 

www 

Marcus and I went to the park together. He went to her first while I gave a lame excuse and just walked around the park, then I settled in a comer where I could watch the twins and Lydia

When Marcus’s eyes met mine, and Lydia turned in my direction, I took that as the clue to meet her. 

Marcus left. Lydia stood when she saw me She spread her arms apart and went into my hug. I’m so sorry, Mom,ouldn’t have spoken to you in such a manner.She said

It’s fine.I replied, and I’m sorry too. I have been doing a terrible job as your mother. She shook her head, lifting her head from my blossom

No, you are wonderfulShe looked back, Let’s sit and talk” 

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We spent the next hour talking. We finally came to a conclusion. We’ll find another kidney. She can’t allow a boy to die because of 

her daughter

She clutched my hands, I believe we’ll stand tall and strong at the end of this storm. Storms are meant to pass, not stay 

I nodded, agreeing with her while sending a secret prayer that my Melanie stays alive with us

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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