<b>Chapter </b>125
<b>Chapter </b><b>125 </b>
<b>Mason </b>
My heart grew heavier as I watched Lydia walk away. A part of me wanted to go hold her and make sure I got to speak to her. Make her understand<b>, </b><b>it </b><b>wasn’t </b>me. I had been deceived, too. It took all I had to restrain mysell.
<b>I </b>stood rooted to the floor a long time after she left, before leaving. wanted me toe to get her. She can’t live with Mom anymore.
Zoe
sent me a text as I drove, which I read when I stopped in front of a red light, she
I drove into the mansion, a ce I once called home, Zoe was already waiting for
suitcase forward.
at
the entrance with her suitcase. When she saw me, she pulled her
I pulled over in front of the house, and Zoe was a few feet away. Opening the door, I stepped out to go assist her with the box. She raised a brow in surprise when she saw me.
“Get in,” I said, closing the trunk.
Heavy footsteps resounded behind us, and a sharp voice spoke, “No, you aren’t leaving.” Mom stepped out of the house, rushing towards us. Quickly, F stood in front of Zoe. “Why are you doing this, Zoe, Mason?” She asked in a shaky voice. “You can’t just take Zoe away from me.”
It’s not just me who wants to take her away, Zoe wants to leave, and I would not allow Mom to keep her away from the world like she has been doing for the past few weeks. “She wants to leave.” My voice is t.
“Why? Do you think about me at all? I’ll probably lose my mind if I keep living here alone.” No, she won’t. She has maids and a butler, and thedy I sawst night seemed to be close to her.
She moved towards Zoe, but I spread my hand to the side, blocking her from going any closer than she has already done. “Mom, please, don’t make this harder than it already is.” I couldn’t even bear to look at her.
I wonder how it must have been for Zoe, staying in the same house with a woman who did that to her. If I were in her shoes, I’d probably have lost my
mind.
“What do I do to make you stay?” Mom said, her voice low, and for a brief second, she looked just as miserable as I wanted her to be. She ced her hands together, pressing them as she spoke, “Please, there must be something I can do to change your mind.”
Zoe stepped out from behind me, her eyes cloudy. “No matter how much I hate you, you are still my Mom.” Her voice was soft. She looked down on her shoes as she spoke, “I can’t just push you out of my life.” She raised her head, a determined look shed past her eyes, she inhaled sharply as she spoke next, “I’ll only think about you if you do what you need to do. Set things right and you’d get your son and daughter back.” Zoe said.
She stepped forward, walking closer to Mom, “kneeling and pleading with Lydia, if she forgives you, then I’lle back to you.” There is a shift in the air
as Mom lifts her face, her eyes set on Zoe.
She narrowed her eyes as she spoke, “Why would I?” Her tone is as cold as ice. “You want me to stoop so low as to apologise to Lydia?” She asked sarcastically, “I have no reason to do so, I will never kneel in front of that brat, who is about to split my family, why should I?” There was no hint of remorse in her voice, instead, her face showed a new resolve.
“If you’d rather lose me as your daughter instead of doing the right thing, then so be it, you made the decision yourself,” Zoe said, her time matched mom’s. She turned over to me, “Mason, let’s go. I’ll fall sick if I keep standing here.” She said and went into the car.
“Mason, you are not siding with her on this, are you?” Mom called out just as I was about to open my door. I paused and turned to her. I do not recognise
the woman in front of me.
“For now, I don’t want to see or talk to you.” The image of Lydia’s tears streaked face was still too real to me. The look on her face, she was made to believe I had tried to kill her.
I couldn’t even begin to understand how much heartbreak that would have cost her, and it was all because of Mom. Her pain matched the anger I hold towards my Mom. If Lydia didn’t forgive me first and agree to be in my life again because of her, then she should as well forget about having <b>a </b><b>son</b>.
Chapter <b>125 </b>
**ll <b>only </b><b>talk </b><b>about </b><b>forgiving </b>her or have her <b>seek </b><b>Lydia’s </b>forgiveness II Lydia forgives me,
Dragging a <b>deep </b>breath, I opened the door, stepped into the car, and drove off
<b>Zoe </b>had her head to the side as I drove, not saying a word all through the drive.
When I got home, I got out of the car and walked to the elevator. The same silence engulfed Ius all the way to the penthouse, Opening the door, I dragged <b>Zoe’s </b>suitcase into the house and left it in the middle of the sitting room.
She already has a room which is clean and tidy, just like she left it thest time.
I sat on the bed with a ss of wine in one hand. I needed something stronger. This was no match for the emotions running through me right now.
There were other empty bottles on the floor. Twirling the ss, I downed the wine in one <i>go </i>before cing it on the table. I stood and walked to the wine vault where my wine was arranged and grabbed another bottle, a vodka this time.
It made a gurgling sound as I turned it into the ss. I took a whiff of it, the hot smell tickled my nostrils before taking a sip. It burned down my throat as it ran down.
This was exactly what I needed.
What if Lydia didn’t forgive me? But she should, she should understand that I was deceived just like her.
I felt a squeeze in my heart as memories of me throwing divorce papers at my face surface in my mind. She did not want to sign it, but I made sure she did. Spoke about having an affair and a baby with another woman, and relished the painful look on her face before she picked the pen.
I felt my throat tighten. I was such a fool. If I had the power to change any moment, it would be that moment, I would have stopped her from signing the divorce papers.
No, I would never have called the police on her that day.
“This is all on me. I am to me.” Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. The salty taste mixed with the taste of vodka.
A heavy knock on the door jolted me to reality. The door pushed open, and Zoe stepped in. Without a word, she walked to the window and pulled the curtains. It was dark outside, then she turned on the lights.
A warm glow flooded the entire room. She ced her hand on her waist, scrunching up her nose as she assessed the entire room, “you look a mess, and so does this room.” She looked to the windows, “You should allow air into your room.”
“Why are you here?” I asked, weakly before raising the ss to my lips. It was empty, I groaned and reached for the bottle. Zoe grabbed it before I did.
“That’s enough drinking.” She said in a firm voice.
“Give it back Zoe.” I was in no mood for games.
“No,” she walked to the wine vault and returned the bottle, “I will not watch you waste your life like this.” She said, “This is what you have been doing for the past two days. You’ve not eaten<b>, </b>or had a bath you keep drinking.”
I massaged my temples, <i>not </i>ready for a session of hagging, “I don’t want to talk to you right now.” I extended my hands towards her, “Give me back that bottle.” No, I should probably get it myself.
I stood walking to the wine vault. “Is this what you want to do with your life now? You think this will help you win Lydia back? And what about the kids, how would they feel if they saw you like this?”
At her word, I paused, my heart rammed against my chest, angry that her words had so much truth in them. She walked towards me, “You can’t change the past, Mason, but you can surely change the future and your actions from now on.”
<b>Lydia </b><b>doesn’t </b>even want to see <b>me </b>
Then <b>you </b>should change <b>that</b>. I know <b>a </b>way you can do that, why not freshen up ande down, I’ll tell you while we have dinner<b>. </b>