All Chapters of My ex-husband’s nightmare: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lydia I never expected Julia to keep to her words about sending the invitation until I saw the invite two days ago. I was expected to bring a date, and Marcus offered to accompany me. I always thought she was kept in the dark about my true relationship with Mason, and the invitation she sent confirmed it. Maybe Mason didn't tell her about his ex-wife, but he had no reason to keep it a secret. Mia picked my dress, and as she always did, she picked the best. The party was about to begin when we arrived. My arrival was enough to grab the attention of everyone in the room. They all knew Lydia Mason's ex-wife. But Lydia was dead, which is why Alissa Brooks was unrecognisable. I walked into the hall with Marcus by my side, smiling and saying a greeting to all I passed. Mason pulled his mother away, and Julia followed suit. I knew he had no idea that I would be coming to the engagement party. I could tell from his message. For a long time, I contemplated sending a reply but decided a

Lydia My phone beeped for the fifth time. I opened the message, and the man who was speaking in front of me paused. It was a message from my mom. My finger danced on my screen as I typed back to her. It was a reminder about the meeting with the doctor. Melanie was in the hospital, and if everything goes as planned, then the transplant will be in two days. This was the last meeting I'd be having before I went back to the hospital. “I'll be done in thirty minutes. So in the next two hours, I should be in the hospital.” I sent the message and returned my attention to the man in front of me. After the meeting was concluded, I walked to my office, and Mia was already there sorting out some papers. “Mr. Redmond just recommended a company, and I think you should take a look at it,” Mia said, handing over an iPad. I had met with Mr. Redmond, tried to change his mind regarding sharing the contract with another company, but he had vehemently refused, claiming that he had the policy and te

Lydia What are you getting at?” I asked, raising a brow. “Not everyone is as jobless as you, so if you can make this snappy, it would be easy.” “Jobless?” She doesn't like her new name, “Did you just call me jobless?” She questioned. I nodded. “If you aren't, then maybe you should do something better with your time instead of trying to lay claim to a man every given opportunity.” My tone was like that of a mother advising a child. “I don't care what you say, all I request is that you stay away from Mason. You are his past.” She lets out a low chuckle. “If you weren't trying to get him back, why didn't you tell me you were his ex-wife?” She closed her eyes briefly, biting the inside of her mouth. When she opened her eyes, it was clouded with regret. “Was it fun watching me make fun of myself? At one point, I was even rooting for you.” From her eyes, it was clear she was reminiscing about all the times she acted stupidly. “You can't blame me for that, you are the one who didn't do

Lydia “Are you sure you want to do this?” Mia asked me one last time while my hand hovered over my screen. “You've kept it from him all those years, why do you suddenly want to tell him right now?” I twisted my lips to the side. I honestly have to answer her question. “Because he has always shown up for me. Does that even make any sense?” I asked, and she nodded. “Yes. It does.” It was as though I was waiting for her confirmation since I tapped on the send button. Marcus replied immediately, “Has the process started? Can I come? Is she alright?” I drew in a scent of breath, grateful he wasn't blaming me for not telling him about it all this while. “You can't come. And yes. She is fine. The surgery would begin in three hours.” Mia has left the room to answer a call. I thought for a while before trying again, “or, maybe you should come. That's if you can.” Zoe was up when I got to her room. “Good morning.” She smiled brightly at me. I missed that smile. This was the first time I

Mason “I have no idea what you are talking about,” Mr. Johnson said. His eyes moved around in his socket, refusing to settle on anything. I inched forward, clasping my hand. “Did you lie to me?” I did not want to believe that he had been deceiving me all along. “I did not,” he said. “You're hiding something from me.” His reaction to what I said was proof of this. “If you tell me the truth, I won't blame you for lying. I would not even ask you why you lie. But if you try to deceive me one more time.” I gritted my teeth. “I swear I'll make sure this office of yours goes out of existence and you will be blacklisted in this industry.” I paused, leaning back into the chair, with my legs wide apart, to establish dominance. “I'll make sure you can't even feed your family, no matter how hard you work.” My lips pulled to the side, “Trust me, I can do that without lifting a finger.” Those words finally got to him, and he lifted his eyes. He grabbed one of the two water bottles in front o