All Lydia's troubles were over the moment George died. Lydia watched all her problems disappear, she was finally free to be happy with the man she loved. That was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, but presently staring at the mirror and seeing how beautiful she was in that wedding dress. It became one of the happiest days of her life. Two weeks had passed since George's death, he wasn't the only one paying for his crimes because Alma was facing the penalty for her actions, her father, Felix, had been disqualified from the election and would be spending some good time in prison. Marian, who had been long forgotten, was finally sentenced to prison. It seemed like all her enemies had disappeared. Lydia smiled at the mirror and spun around, she looked like the most beautiful bride ever. She didn't have a veil, but it didn't make the dress less beautiful. “Lydia, you're so gorgeous” Mrs. Isobel gushed over her wedding dress. Lydia couldn't help but be grateful to Mrs. Isob
The next morning, Lydia woke up by Carson's side. She had a beautiful and joyful smile on her lips. Waking up by his side was the most amazing thing ever, and the scent of cologne was still on him. She brought her nose close to his chest and nuzzled him. Lydia grinned and raised her hand, she stared at the beautiful ring. “My name is Mrs. Lydia Walters' Lydia chuckled and kissed her ring. “It's so beautiful.” She was still staring at her ring when she suddenly had the urge to vomit, she touched her stomach as it churned. “Did I eat something wrong yesterday? Lydia pouted her lips. The nauseating feeling stopped for a while, but then the bile rushed up her throat and she couldn't keep it in. She rushed out of the bed and threw up into the sink. The sounds of vomiting woke Carson up. He wanted to sleep back but realized something was wrong with his wife. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He asked her, worriedly. “Love, are you alright?” He still heard her throwing up and had to
"Don't you ever step foot in my house again!" George barked at the lady who lay on the hospital bed with swollen and bloodshot eyes. Her hand clutched her lower abdomen, tears rolling from her eyes to her ears and down to the pillow. Lydia didn't bother to look his way as her lips trembled. He had disfigured her face and beaten her mercilessly till she fainted. The only thing holding her back from leaving that house was her four years old daughter. It was from one problem to another, the doctor had told her that she had lost the baby in her womb again due to the horrible torture from her husband. "And don't even think of Khloe let alone come to see her" he added, causing Lydia to snap her eyes at him. She quickly forced her body up from the bed disconnecting the IV from her hand as she moved towards him and cried, "George, don't…, don't do this… to me" she choked as tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She fell on her knees. Khloe was the only reason she remained in the lo
“What are the little things that always make your day better?” Carson asked the lady before him. She was dressed in an off-shoulder, long black gown hugging her slim body, her hair falling to her shoulders, and her collarbone exposed for the gentleman to view. They were on a date at R&W restaurant, a place for the perfect romantic date. Carson was dressed in ripped jeans trousers and a white polo. “Well, that should be waking up early” Amelia replied, “I hate it when I wake up late, it ruins the rest of my day” she added with her chin slightly raised, and lips in a slight tug. Her hand stirred the glass of wine she held gently “And what time is your early?” He asked with his eyes carefully watching her. “That should be 5 am” she responded with a smile “Wow, impressive. I don't wake up early at all” Carson admitted as he sipped from the glass only for him to hear her say, “When we get married, I won't take that from you. We'll be waking up before 6 am”. He almost choked on hi
Lydia watched as the man came closer to her. With every step he took, she shook in fear of getting closer to her death. She had sent her ex-best friend a message to take care of her only daughter, Khloe. The best thing to do was to end it all, She was tired of this life. After all, that was what George wanted as well. When Carson walked closer to her, he frowned, 'isn't this the same lady from the hospital?' He asked himself. Looking at Lydia, he said calmly, “Get down” This only made her hold on to the rail behind her tightly. She was on the other side of the rail, standing at the very edge of the bridge. “No!” She replied stubbornly. Her eyes held a faraway look, her lips quivering as she began to say, “You don't know what I've been through. My life is a living hell. I just want to die, I just want to die!” She screamed. Her hair and hospital gown flew as the wind led them. The sound of water underneath them. Carson raised his hands in surrender, “I really would have loved
“What did I do? Why am I under arrest?” Lydia asked the man with brows furrowed deeply. Carson only continued to pull her towards his car. He had a deep frown as well, he was doing exactly what his friend would have wanted him to do right now. “For trying to kill yourself, of course” he spat as he shoved her into the car and went over to the driver's seat. With every passing moment, confusion continued to envelop Lydia, she stared at him and still could not understand why Carson, who had said she was safe a while ago, was now arresting her. Indeed, no one except Khloé loves her. “When did that become a crime?” She asked as she tried to blink back the tears from flowing down her eyes again. “You'll know soon,” Carson said to her as he dialed his friend's phone number. “She still hasn't been found yet, I swear to God, I'll—” “I found her” Carson cut Nick off. The phone was on speaker, so Lydia could hear their discussion. “You found the girl? My patient?” Nick asked in surpri
Feeling the soft mattress under her, Lydia hummed and moved comfortably on her bed. After a while, she opened her eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar room, and began to wonder where she was. Her body ached, and her stomach grumbled in hunger. Still, on the bed, she began to recall all that happened. She looked around to confirm whether she was in prison or not. A smile formed on her lips, she was so happy that she not only did not die last night, but she also didn't sleep in jail. With a groan, she tried to stand up from the bed when she heard a lady's cry from outside, and she furrowed her brows. She slowly got up from the bed before making her way to the door. She noticed her hospital gown had been changed to a big gown. As she walked she thought, what was she thinking, he must have a wife, and the woman might be having an argument with him right now because he had brought a lady to their house. She needs to clarify things. Slowly, she traced her way to where the noise wa
Lydia watched as a pretty lady walked into the kitchen. She was dressed in black trousers and a sky-blue top, she tucked her top into her trousers. She was looking so pretty that even Lydia could not get her eyes off her. She had the aura of miss gorgeous and her hair was pinned so beautifully. Lydia opened her mouth to speak, but no words seemed to come out of her mouth. She couldn't help but marvel. What she didn't understand is why Carson would lie that he wasn't married when he had such a beauty as a wife. “Marian, you're late,” Carson said with a calm voice. And I noticed he was speaking to the lady. He carried the little boy in his arms as he observed the lady. “I'm sorry, Mr. Carson. The traffic was bad after going to pick up Gary from Grandpa. He made me wait because Gary wanted some cookies from Miranda” she explained so fluently that Lydia kept blinking at how good the girl was.“That's okay if it's for Gary, why not?” He dropped the smiling boy on the counter before as