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Worst Fear 85

Worst Fear 85

Chapter 85 

Chapter 85 

Lydia 

That’s all. Thanks for your contributions. You can all leave now.The five men in front of me all bowed slightly before leaving the meeting room

Mia dropped onto the chair closest to me. She has been standing for the past two hours

That was long.She said, reaching for the battle of water in front of her. She uncapped it and placed it on her lips. Drops of water leaked from the side of her mouth

I massaged my back. We had backtoback meetings for the past six hours, and we had one more before wrapping up for the day

You did well.Mia has played a big role in making all the meetings successful. She placed the bottle on the table. The content is now hall

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, I’m happy I could do it.I nodded, bringing out my phone which just beeped

But you know the usual way you can pay me for other extra work.” 

You are now becoming more greedy by the day,she laughed, exposing her upper teeth

“I would never, God forbid, a girl just want to be paid for all the stress 

I wonder what Mr. Lora would say to that

How about switching departments to ease your stress? Mr Lora would love your assistance. That sounds better, does it not?| asked. She sat up straight, shaking her head

I’ll go prepare for the next meeting.She said, and with that, she left. Now seated alone in the meeting room, I inhaled a scent of breath. More of a relief

My phone beeped again. I had ignored the first message from Mason. But I should have known he wouldn’t give up so easily

Opening the content of the message. He was asking about my day

These days, we’ve been exchanging messages, and just as I wanted, he was getting more and more obsessed with me. No, that is not the right word. The right word would be attached

Tsmiled at the thought of him being restless without receiving a reply from me. Before we started seeing each other, I had made it 

clear that I would not speak to him over the phone

Aside from the fact that I didn’t want to, I don’t want him to call me in front of the twins, that would further complicate things

Without replying to his message, I left the messaging app and placed my phone on silent. He will definitely text back after a few minutes, but I don’t plan on replying anytime soon

The door opened, and Mia stepped inside. She held an iPad in her hand as she walked closer

Ma’am, I think you need to see this.She said

What is it?I asked, noticing the look on her face. This is the tenth message from this person, I refused to show it to you because i thought it wasn’t important. But from their persistence, it may be something you’d want to see.She said. They keep asking to 

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meet with you. There’s no name or anything.” 

I furrowed my brows

I didn’t have to think for long when I saw the message. I knew who the sender was

Hey, I know I don’t deserve to see you. Whatever happened five years ago, I am to blame because I could have stopped things with just one word, but I didn’t. We have so much to discuss, Lydia, please, let’s meet.” 

Zoe

She was in the city, but I never thought she’d be trying to reach out to me all this time

I scrolled up, reading her past messages

They were all similar, same message but different wordings

Do you know the person?Mia asked

Yes,” Returning the iPad to her, I stood, pushing my chair back, and it screeched loudly on the floor

It’s Zoe.” 

Do you want to see her?I began heading for the door

Yes. Arrange a meeting with her.” 

I never thought of meeting Zoe, but whatever she has to say, I wanted to listen

At this point, another idea hit me

Maybe I’ve been searching for a kidney in the wrong places. Zoe and Melanie are related. What if she is a match? With all she holds me, she should be able to pay by giving a kidney to Melanie

I fist my hand as I walk to my car, ready to head to the venue for the last meeting of the day

Mia arranged for a meeting with Zoe. To avoid curious eyes, we agreed to meet in a hotel. I arrived thirty minutes late

The room was warm and cozy. Zoe is seated on the bed, wearing a blue gown. Her hair was styled in her signature style, a bun and a few pins scattered around it

She stood when she saw me

Lydia.She called my name softly, as if scared that if she said it louder, I might disappear

Her brows creased. Why was she being dramatic? Her eyes were already red

I have nothing against Zoe. If given the chance to repeat what happened that day, I may do the same, take the blame in place of 

her

I miss her sometimes, too

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However, that didn’t mean there was no resentment towards her from me at all. I resented her a little. After all, that day 

life

But then, it brought some blessings, like my twins, my mother, and the company

While I was wrapped up in my thoughts, Zoe was already so close to me. She wrapped her hand around me

I thought I wouldn’t see you again. I was scared you died. I’m so happy you survived. I’m so happy.She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably

Her shoulders shook

My hands remained by my side awkwardly. Mia stood by the side. With a little nod from me, she left

I pulled Zoe away from me

Now that’s enough crying,I said. She didn’t stop, but I stepped back, maintaining a distance between us

You didn’t ask to see me so vOL CO 

cry and rub your tears all over me, did you?I asked straightforwardly

She shook her head, wiping her tears away

She didn’t change much

e was abu 

She isn’t the young girl she once was anymore

But her face didn’t change much, nor did her style of dress or her love for the color blue

But her demeanour has changed. There was something about the way she carried herself now

*I’m sorry about that, I was just overwhelmed by excitement.She said

We walked to the couch and sat opposite each other

I’m so sorry it took this long for me to reach out to you. I found out you were still alive three months ago.She began

She exhales, But I didn’t know how to face you.She lowered her head, staring at her finger

I was scared you’d not want to see me. When we heard the news that you were dead, I felt so guilty. I thought I had caused your death. After all, if I had been brave enough to tell the truth, then you would not have been divorced or arrested.” She choked on her 

words

I have so much to say to you, but first, Lydia, I7 she raised her head

Alissa.I cut her off 

She raised her head. My name is Alissa,She swallowed

Only people close to me get to call me Lydia,” 

Thank you for staying alive.She continued as if she hadn’t just been interrupted

I scoffed at her words, You must be feeling grateful and thankful because now you don’t have to be burdened with the guilt of killing someone.I stated

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She waved her hand in front of me at the same time she shook her head

No, no, I’m more relieved. You mean a lot to me, and I owe you sor you hurt or die.” She said, brushing one hand over her hair

much. I know you may not believe me, but I don’t want to see 

She sounded genuine. I believed her

You owe me a lot. What if I tell you that there’s a way you can repay me,I stated firmly. This was the reason I had come. She moved out of her chair, her eyes hopeful

I’ll do anything.” 

I’ll take you somewhere, but first, I need

She didn’t reply, Are you in or out?” 

carry out a test to see if you match.” 

In.She said without hesitation. If this means winning you back and returning to how things were between us, then I’m in

million times over.” 

The doctor we came with entered and drew her blood. She didn’t ask questions

After she left, I got a call from the twins reminding me to buy the new book from their favorite series

I stopped at a bookshop. While searching for the book, I came across a couple I didn’t think I would be meeting 

Julia had her hand linked with his, pushing herself to his side. She looked happy, her eyes brightened with excitement, while she was oblivious of the gloomy look on the face of the man beside 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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