บททั้งหมดของ My ex-husband’s nightmare: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Mason(The next day)My phone was already ringing when I stepped out of the shower. I checked the screen and sighed loudly seeing it was my mother. Again. I let it ring once more before grabbing it and wiping my hand on the towel around my waist.“Morning, Mom,” I greeted.“Good morning, son, Julia’s at your place, right?” she asked, like it wasn’t even a question. I paused. “Yes.”Much to my disappointment, when I got back home last night, Julia was waiting at my door. It was too late to take her home. Plus she didn't look like she wanted to go back home. So I let her stay.“Good. You both need to talk about the honeymoon. The sooner you settle on a location, the better. The planner has been waiting for days." She complained. "Just ask her what she wants, alright? Let her choose. I'll go with whatever she wants.” I said while rubbing the back of my neck, already tired.“She’s a good girl, Mason. Make her feel like it’s real,” she added before hanging up like she always did, without

LydiaI leaned down to look at the drawing Liam was pointing at. “I painted this mom.” He tapped on the paper eagerly. “This is you, this is Melanie.” We were in their study area. There was a table in the middle of the room, and both were seated at each end, each busy with a book and pen. Before Liam could continue, Melanie was at our side, “What about me? I wanna see too.” She said excitedly. I looked at the painting, a small smile crawling on my lips, as Liam pointed to the picture, repeating what he just said to Melanie.Melanie frowned, “That's not me. I don't look that ugly.” She furrowed her brows, and all trace of her previous playfulness had disappeared.“That's you, this is your hair and your nose, your eye, your ear,” he kept pointing at the drawing and then at Melanie's face. “No, stop, you painted me bad. You are a bad artist.” Melanie declared and looked over to me for support.“Mom, you always say I'm the best. Repeat it to Melanie; she seems to misunderstand me.” Li

LydiaI 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 ag

LydiaMy 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 term

LydiaWhat 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