All Chapters of My ex-husband’s nightmare: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lydia“Not with my car. Why should I drive you back to the restaurant?” Why would I do that? “Because we are friends,” he replied. I tilted my neck to the side. “It was you who said to drive here in your car. I could have easily driven behind you.”“Well, that's because you were trying to cause a scene.”“No, I was simply trying to make you change your mind about the twins.”I closed my eyes and shook my head. Knowing Mason, he'd keep talking till I drove him there. “Fine. Get in. I'll take you back to the restaurant.” It is not that I can't win an argument against him; I just didn't want to go on and on about it. “But I'll drive.”“I don't trust you. You may want to ram my side of the car into a tree.”“Sorry, unlike you, I don't specialise in trying to end others' lives.”He scoffed. I smirked. “But I-”“Fine.” I dropped the keys in his hand, not ready for another argument. “Just drive.” He closed the keys in his hand and walked around the car. Now what is he doing? He stoppe

Lydia The day went much better than I had expected. The twins were so free with him, as if we’d spent our entire lives painting together and having fun as a family. Honestly, I think it isn't so bad that Mason now knows about the twins. A part of me was already looking forward to having a day like this in the future. Maybe I should be the one always supervising them.Liam and Melania were not happy that Mason was leaving, but he had to leave; it was already late. After taking them upstairs, I walked Mason to his car. We were silent on the way there, each of us lost in our thoughts. I wondered what was going through his head. Was he also thinking about the fun we had?I wondered when he brought his car here. I opened the gate and stepped out. The car was parked a few meters away from the gate. I stole a glance at him. We were now standing, facing each other. I rubbed my hands together, thinking of a way to say goodnight without sounding weird, but before I could speak, he beat me t

MasonI watched Liam and Melanie walk through the gate. Before they stepped in fully, they turned and waved at me. I smiled, standing outside my car, and waved back. I had a good time with them. We spent a long time in the park, playing and having fun. When Lydia told me she would not be able to make it, it hurt me like crazy. Going with their nanny wasn't something I wanted to do at first.They had barely left, and I was already missing them. I comforted myself with the thought that I'll be seeing them in two days. Lydia promised to be with us. The gate closed, and I stepped into my car. I had something to do at the office. That was one of the reasons I had to return early. My phone beeped immediately after I stepped into the car, a text from Daniel. I tapped on the message, and it was a reminder about the party that will be held in two days. That was the same day I'd be spending time with the twins again. Thinking about it now, I don't think I'd be able to make it. “Let's talk a

Mason“I got them,” my words are slow. “You too?” She nodded, staring intently at the picture and then zooming in. “What's going on?” Marcus asked, directing his question to Lydia, but his eyes remained fixed on me. I don't care about his glare. What's more important to me is getting this reporter. “Let's go talk about this. I'm sure we can fix it.” I said. “Lydia, what's wrong?” Lydia raised her head, extending the phone towards me. “Something came up earlier regarding the twins.” “What came up? Are the twins in danger?” Genuine worry flooded Marcus's eyes. He truly cares for them. But that doesn't move me; in fact, I am tempted to tell him he has no reason to care so deeply for them anymore. I'm here now. “No need. Lydia and I can take care of it.” Surely he knows the twins are mine. Marcus furrowed his brow, “Why would you?” He paused as if he had just realised. “Did you…?” Lydia nodded without allowing him to finish. “I was going to tell you today.” She said, gripping her p

MasonLydia's words echoed in my head as I drove home. What could she mean? I know I left her in prison, but that's because of what she did. Granted, I should not have done that. I shouldn't have divorced her when she was at her lowest, but you can't blame me. My emotions were triggered, and I acted on them. Anyone in my position would have done the same.I am a better man now, with more control over my needs and emotions. My phone began ringing again. Why the fuck was Mom calling? I contemplated ending the call for a brief moment. But decided against it. She will not give it a rest until I speak with her, so I did just that.I am now on the highway leading to my penthouse. “Mason, what is this I am hearing?” She yelled from her end, anger drenched in her voice. “Come over right now.’“Mom, can we do this some other time?” I requested, already mentally exhausted. “No, we are doing this right now.” “I can not,” I said, fixed on my decision not to go to her. “If you have even the