Worst Fear 127_My ex-husband’s nightmare

Chapter 127 

 Lydia 

 She leaned forward and sped her hands together, one side of her lips raised to the side as she spoke, “Believe what you want,” She said enunciating each word.

 I balled my fist under the table, still keeping a smile on my lips, trying as hard as I could not to expose my anger.

 I leaned into the chair, squared my shoulders, and crossed my legs, giving an air of authority. “Mary, whoever told you I am alive may also have said a few things, like…” I paused, raising my manicured finger to my eye level, and I studied them nonchntly.

 “… I am no longer a pushover.‘ I looked towards her, hoping she got the gist. Disgust twisted my stomach as I watched her face twist

 “Not to kiss my own ass, I am now powerful, the type you run flimsy errands for,” I said, so she understands that she is below me. “I will not be repeating myself,” I said, through gritted teeth, “who asked you to start a fire in the prison. Think before you speak this time.” I advised.

 No matter how angry she was, my words seemed to sink. She finally got the grasp of who the boss was around here.

 “No, start speaking,” I ordered.

 “I told you already. I don’t know her name, the only thing I know is that it was a woman.”

 “Then how did you get the instructions?”

 “No one asks for a name in such a deal,” she said and then continued, “you’ve obviously not hired someone like me before, you don’t know the hang of things like this.” She sneered.

 “I got the instructions from my brother, not directly from thedy. But,” She inhaled sharply and dug her hand into her pocket, “I do have a piece of recording,” she ced a sh drive on the table. “This contains a call recording between the woman and my brother, you may be able to identify her,” She said.

 I squinted, not sure if I should believe her. A few seconds passed before I reached for the drive. She held on to it, “You don’t think you’d be getting this for free?” She raised one brow.

 I dragged the sh drive roughly, getting a hold of it, “You should be grateful I am not handing it over to the police.” I said, I have the drive for Mia. “Can I go now?” Mary asked tly.

 “Not until I’m sure this sh drive isn’t fake.” I am not a fool; she can push an empty sh drive into my hand, and I won’t just ept it blindingly.

 “Suit yourself.”

 Mia went to the car and returned with aptop. After that, she connected it to theptop, and we were finally able to listen to the recording.

 I didn’t need to y everything before I recognised the voice.

 “Victoria,” I said under my breath

 Mason was right after all.

 “We never nned to nt the pen, I lost it in the process, it was supposed to be one of my pays,” Mary said,

 “I doubt the pen was your only benefit. What else did she promise you?” I asked.

 Mary extended both hands to the side, “freedom. I chose a lower sentence, which is why I can speak to you.” 

 “And you think that was worth my life?” My heart broke as I questioned her. She was silent, not answering it. I pushed my chair back. I was done here; I got the answers. I didn’t need to keep staring at her face.

 You aren’t settling the bill for the coffee?” She asked after me. I had left my cup untouched, and so had Mia.

 I didn’t answer and just walked to the car. Before the car left, Mary knocked on the windscreen and I rolled it down. 

 “You won’t be using that file against us, right?” She asked in a soft voice. I smirked, “It depends.” I said.

 The ss moved up, but she knocked on it again. What did she want this time?

 “For what it’s worth, I want to apologise to you. I’m trying to start a new life, but sometimes my pastes hunting after me.”

 She looked at me with hopeful eyes. She wants forgiveness? Never! What has she done to earn it? I don’t dash out forgiveness, and I believe greatly in paying back.

 I looked her straight in the eyes, “No, I do not forgive you. I hope you suffer more hell than you put me through.”

 By the time I got back to the office, it was alreadyte. I was d I asked Mia to clear my schedule earlier so I had nothing else to do.

 I didn’t go home because I wanted time to think, away from the twins.

 Clutching the sh drive in my hand, I yed the recording over and over again in my head.

 Victoria tried to kill her grandchildren. She hated them so much that she’d rather kill them and me. The divorce wasn’t enough for her. I inhaled sharply, wondering how much joy she had felt when she received news of my death.

 It finally dawned on me that I have been projecting my anger towards the wrong person. Mason didn’t deserve anything I did to him. It was all Victoria.

 My heart ached. I leaned into my leather chair, swivelling it from left to right. I tried to focus on the good part. I met my mom, and I still have my children with me.

 My phone beeped. I picked it and opened the message.

 Mason: Hey, Lydia, I don’t even know where to start, but I really want to speak to you.

 Do I want to see him?

 Fine, I have evidence that he didn’t try to kill me and the twins, and he never knew the truth about Zoe’s incident and his stepdad’s death.

 He is the father of my twins, but he is still Victoria’s son. For now, I don’t know what I felt towards him.

 I picked up my phone and began to type back.

 Me: I don’t want to speak to you for now. Everything is still too hard to dissolve

 Give me some time.

 Later that night, Marcus sent a text asking if we could have dinner together. For a while, I wanted to decline, but after much thought, I epted. What good would isting myself do for me?

 Marcus ced a slice of chicken on my te. I drew in a scent of it, looking to the side. There were autographs of various celebrities in the restaurant.

 This was the same restaurant he gave me.

 “You are awfully quiet tonight,” he said. I sighed

 “I have a lot on my mind.” I said, taking a bite from the chicken, I chewed on it gently, “can tell.” He replied. “Mind talking about it?”

 Do I want to talk about it?

 Maybe. After all, it was Marcus.

 2/3 

 (1709. TUB 194

 Chapter 127

 Contrary to what I had believed, Mason didn’t try to kill me; Victoria, his mother, did.” I went ahead to tell him how I found out, my visit to Mary, indt recording

 “You don’t look surprised,” I said.

 He paused, and settled his fork and knife on the table, wiping his mouth with a disposable napkin. He began, “I knew.”

 “Huh?” I gasped, stunned at his revtion, “How did you…“.

 “Zoe told me.” He said.

 “Zoe?” Were they friends? When did she tell him? How long has he known?

 “I heard a part of her conversation with Mason on the night she told him. The night he confronted his mother, I drove them home. That was when Zoe told me every other detail she knew about.”

 “How did you meet Zoe? I never knew you were close.”

 “It was a coincidence.” He then told me how they met.

 “And you never thought it would be nice to inform me?”

 “Figure out, Mason should do that; it wasn’t in my ce.”

 “Since when did you follow the rules and ces?” I chucked.

 “I don’t know…” he shrugged his shoulders, trailing his words, and then picked up his fork and started eating.

 “So, what do you n to do now?” He asked.

 What do I n to do? Marcus’s question still rang in my head as I walked towards the conference room. Honestly, I had no idea. All I knew was I wanted some time to myself for now.

 After the meeting, whichsted for three hours; I walked back to my office exhausted. Mia walked beside me.

 “What do you want for lunch? Would you like to eat out?”

 “Yes. Eat out.” I needed air. I opened my office door and stepped inside. Since I found out the truth, whenever I stayed alone in my office, it felt as though the four walls were closing up on me.

 Today, I wanted to eat out and enjoy the afternoon without any drama.

 AD 

 Comment

 Send gift

 No Ads

17kNovel

Worst Fear 127