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Worst Fear 70

Worst Fear 70

Chapter 70 

Mason 

The room went silent, all anticipating my next words

I squinted my eyes as I stared intently at the screen, my palms fist into a ball underneath the table

On the screen is a man assaulting a flight attendant. I inhaled slowly, wanting to calm the rage growing within me

The man in the blue suit, unfortunately, happened to be working for my company, not just any position, but as a director, and his face was used to promote a product that was launched two weeks ago

Not only did his act sabotage the entire product, but he had also ruined others brought as they are now being boycotted

When the video stopped playing. Daniel moved the iPad away. He is standing by my side

I placed my hand on the table, interlocking them, and pushed myself forward

Where is Mr. Arvin?Lasked

He is still in police custody.He had been arrested and removed from the plane

I want his office cleared and a dismissal notice sent to him with immediate effect. Also, he will not be given any payment and will cover all the loss we have incurred because of his act.” 

Yes, sir,” Daniel said

Meeting is dismissed.” I said, about to stand

Well, sir.One of the men seated by my right began. I paused and looked in his direction. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his hands

About Mr. Arvin.” He began, then he swallowed, looked down at his hand, and up again

Mr. Brown, go on,I encouraged

I think dismissing him would be too much. He has done so much for this company, and he has placed so much effort into the product. We think it would be unnecessary to dismiss him; suspending him may be better.He concluded and held my gaze

I was silent for a while. When I spoke, he sank into his seat

We?I asked, my voice cold as I looked around the table, wondering who constituted the term we‘ 

He nodded slowly. You think dismissing him is unnecessary?I was puzzled at his courage. 

Your advice is unsolicited, but since we are on it,I paused, then continued, who else shares this same been unjust and my decision is unnecessary?They shifted uneasily on their seats

nion? Who thinks I’ve 

No one dared to speak. Mr. Brown, who had spoken a while ago, looked from one man to another, probably trying to signal them to speak out, but they remained silent

Who does your loyalty belong to, the company or Mr. Arvin?I asked Mr. Brown

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Well, Sirhe began

If you think my decision to remove him is not necessary, then you are welcome to join him. I’ll be more than happy to dissa of his lackeys.I said and stood, pushing my leather chair, which I had sat on, backwards 

I’m sorry, Sir.He bowed deeply, I was mistaken.I didn’t say another word as I walked out of the meeting room

The day was long, with me answering calls from important investors who had questions about the inside. This incident has also affected the shares and stock of the company

My phone beeped; I picked it up and opened up the message. I smiled when I saw it was from Zoe

Hey, bro, I read the news, are you alright?” 

Another came up before I could reply

“I hope you are well. I’ll be coming next week. The flight and everything are ready. I know you are too busy to call, but talk whenever you are free.” 

Another popped on the screen, Bye, I love you.” 

I began typing back

You had told me you’d be coming back this week; why did you change your mind?I touched the sent icon

I will always have time for her, and I’m handling the situation well.” 

Three dots appeared on the top of the screen, proof that she was typing back

The door pushed open, and Daniel walked in. You need to see this.He said when he got closer

I set my phone on the table and took the iPad from him

Kavas Corporation just launched the same product.He said

My hand tightened on the screen as I watched the video in front of me. Lydia was giving a speech. All smiles as cameras flicked all around her

I want to believe that this wasn’t done intentionallyI handed the iPad back to Daniel, ignoring his words

I know, Lydia, this is intentional. That much is clear. But how did she do it

I passed my 

my hand across my hair, Lydia, she keeps pulling these things and throwing me under the bus.I said, I closed my eyes and rested my head on the headrest of my seat. I have underestimated her

The video of Mr. Arvin had barely been five hours, and they were already launching the same product

We’ll push the product as planned. Bring the date back from two weeks to one week. I don’t care whatthe news about Arvin gone.Linstructed 

R does, but I want all 

A lot has gone into that product, and we had all agreed that it couldn’t be discarded. We would wait for two weeks for the news about Mr. Arvin to die before reintroducing the product to the market

But that would not be possible, I’m not ready to lose this to Lydia. Not this

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I pulled up a few feet away from the gate. Contemplating going in or staying out in my car. I have been trying to resch her a de but couldn’t, so I decided it would be best to come see her at her apartment

The gate soon pulled open, and Lydia came out with Marcus. She closed the gate, and they stood outside chatting. She laughed at whatever he said

I scoffed; I’m sure that wasn’t funny

When he pulled her into a hug, my hand tightened on the steering wheel. He held her for thirty seconds before releasing her. I know this because I counted in my head

At this point, I am more concerned about separating them than anything else

When he pulled her into a hug again, I honked loudly before I could realize. They leapt off each other, exchanged puzzled glances, and then turned in the direction of my car 

Shit! I don’t want them to see me here

So I drove off before they could come closer

My mom was seated in the sitting room when I got to the mansion. She wore a worried look on her face and sprang up to her feet when she saw me

Mason, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all day,” she said

I took off my suit and held it in my hand. I’ve not been here for the past few days

Are you ignoring my calls again?She asked

Have you done anything to make me ignore it?I asked back

No, it’s just that…” she paused, then looked upstairs

Julia is here. She is not fine.I furrowed my brows. So” 

She needs you.” 

I’m no doctor,I said, she needs to see a doctor, not me

I heard her parents are in the city, so why not call them or take her to your penthouse?My mom shook her head as though to say she’s done with me

*She’s in your room. Go see her.She said before walking to her room

I shouldn’t have come. It wasn’t too late to leave

I opened my door to see Julia coiled up on the bed, one hand on her stomach. She turned to me, attempting to sit 

Hey,she greeted

How do you feel?I asked before sitting on the couch opposite her 

Not fine.She shook her head

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Want to go see the doctor?” 

No. It’s not that bad.You don’t wait till it’s that bad before going, I say

She refused to see the doctor, claiming that my presence was enough. We had plans to visit the exhibition in two days, so I decided to let her stay in my room and didn’t complain much when she asked for my company the next day

She asked for some chocolate, and to my biggest surprise, we had none

I’ll go get them for you.” I know I could send someone else, but I didn’t; I just wanted to be away from her as fast as I could

Now standing in front of the row of various brands of chocolate, I pulled each one to check the brand to buy. But I couldn’t decide, so I began taking two out of each brand. Why are there so many brands

Just then, I felt a small pull on my trousers. I turned and lowered my gaze to see a little boy

We meet again; I knew it was you,he said, and at that moment, his face registered. I had seen him at the hospital some time back

Hey, buddy.I greeted. He wasn’t alone; this time, he was with a girl of similar height. She looked like my mini version. How can two unrelated people look so much alike

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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.

 

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