All Chapters of My ex-husband’s nightmare: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

LydiaA big black gate appeared immediately as my driver took the next turn. Soon, the car stopped in front of it, and a few seconds passed before the gate slid open, revealing a grand entrance. Making time to attend this anniversary was almost impossible. Mia had told me some time ago, but I had completely forgotten about it until I got a call last night reminding me of the event. The driver killed the engine. He stepped out and walked around to open my door. I stepped out. Cameras flashed, and I stood awkwardly for a brief moment, not expecting to be swamped by a crowd of reporters. Mia rushed to my side and led me in. Jigi Corporation's anniversary has been highly spoken about and anticipated by everyone. Jigi company has been in operation for over 70years and has invested in almost every sector. The cloud is orange, the glow of the setting sun covering half of the building. “Phew! How can they be so inconsiderate? I will never get used to this.” Mia said as we walked into the

MasonThat evening would have gone so well if Julia hadn't shown up. I didn't invite her, and honestly, I don't care about having a date. I know Lydia was attending this and wanted to speak to her.Julia just had to ruin my plans, hooking our hands together and smiling like we were some happy couple.I tried to shake her off by reminding her about our breakup, but I knew that would be futile. We haven't formally announced our breakup, so most people here who knew us would probably assume that we are still together.When the event began, my eyes found Lydia. She looked dazzling, dressed in a red dress with white pearls scattered all over her dress. Her pearl necklace caught a glint from the light. How did I even fumble such beauty?I went out for a call when it was time to dance. It was a call I couldn't ignore. When I came back, Julia was all over Lydia, causing trouble. At this point, I may have to do something about it.I had to pull her away first and speak to her, but it was fruit

MasonThere are some emotions I never tried to explore, not until Lydia came into my life. The first was love; it was strange, and other emotions followed.I never thought I'd be able to feel so many emotions at the same time until now.After Zoe finished speaking, I could barely stand. When I tried to, my legs wobbled like jelly, and I ended up back on the couch. I can't accept this. There must be a mistake somewhere. I tried to make so many excuses for Mom. It finally made sense why Zoe left, why she has been giving Mom the cold shoulder since she returned. Why did she return only after Lydia did? “You are in no position to drive,” Marcus said. I looked to the side, and I didn't notice he was there at first. We were in the underground parking lot at his house. When did I even get here?Zoe is standing close to him, her eyes red from all the tears she has been shedding. Marcus took the key from my hand, “I'll drive you.” He offered. I was too tired to argue with him. “I don't kno

Lydia“What are you doing? Why are you kneeling?” I was uncomfortable with the image. I tried to pull my hand away from his. He was still in the white bottom-down shirt he wore yesterday. “How do I ever make up for this?” His words sound forced, nothing like the Mason I know. “I don't have time for this. Liam is injured, and I have to be with him.” I explained. Given that he was here, I know whatever made him come had to be serious. However, right now, every other thing can wait. My son sprained his arm, and I have to be with him. “Liam is hurt?” This seemed to have gotten his attention. I nodded, “I need you to get out of my way so I can drive in.” I said, walking back to my car. I drove in. Mason came in with me. His eyes looked distant, as if he had lost something. We were about to step into the sitting room when I stopped him. “I want to see him too.” A look of worry clouded his eyes.“You can't go in looking like this,” I said calmly. I don't know what is wrong, but I don't w

Lydia “Is this the place?” I asked Mia, we are standing in front of a two-storey building painted in dull yellow.Mia looked at the iPad, probably a picture on it and back at the building, “Yes, this is the place.” She assured me. I inhaled sharply, not ready to step inside. This place held answers to all the questions I had. Two days ago, Mason said some words that were hard to believe. First, there was evidence pointing to him as the mastermind behind the fire incident at the prison. Not even once did I think it would be Victoria. At first, I brushed his claims aside as an unproven fact, but after my discussion with Mom yesterday, I decided it may not be a bad idea to find out the truth myself, and that was what Mia and I were doing right now. Seeking out Mary had not been as easy as I thought. It was one of the reasons I didn't want to walk down this path of finding the truth. Nothing changes if it was Mason or his Mother who caused it. Nothing will ever change the fact that t