Lahat ng Kabanata ng My ex-husband’s nightmare: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Mason A call came in before I could call my mom. It was the same number that sent the message. Immediately, the call connected, and I heard Zoe's voice. I was on my feet immediately, wondering if someone was holding her. “Where are you? What did you mean you ran away from home?” “This is not something that can be discussed over the phone. Can you come over, Mason?” She asked. “Where are you now?” I already picked up my car keys. It's just a few minutes past 10 pm, not late enough to be kept at home. “I'm at Lydia's friend's home.” Lydia's friend? I searched my memory, wondering who amongst Lydia's friends would take Zoe in. “Lydia has no friends,” I told her. “She does. He was there at the hospital, Marcus.” My pace quickened. Zoe was with that jerk? Why? “Why? How? You are alone with a man?” “Relax, no need to get worked up.” There was a pause, and then she continued, “I had no choice, and he was kind enough to take me in.” She said. “What are you even saying?” “Come over,

Lydia Liam and Melanie were asleep when I got home. But mom wasn't. She sat on the couch in the living room, watching one of her favourite shows. The room is dimly lit. When I stepped into the living room, she turned to face me. “You're finally back.” She said, and I walked further into the room. I placed a kiss on her cheeks, and she did the same to me. She adjusted so I was seated next to her. I dropped onto the chair, all worries and discomfort gone at the sight of my mother. The woman who would always have my back. “You were waiting for me?” “Yes.” She said, then continued, “It's been so long since we had some time to ourselves. I was hoping you could have a drink with me.” Her eyes assessed me. “But now, I think that's kinda a selfish thought, you must already be exhausted from the time you spent at the party.” I moved closer to her and wrapped my hand around her, while placing my head on her shoulders. “I am up for a drink.” No matter how tired I was, I would always make ti

Mason My heart grew heavier as I watched Lydia walk away. A part of me wanted to go hold her and make sure I got to speak to her. Make her understand, it wasn't me. I had been deceived, too. It took all I had to restrain myself. I stood rooted to the floor a long time after she left, before leaving. Zoe sent me a text as I drove, which I read when I stopped in front of a red light, she wanted me to come to get her. She can't live with Mom anymore. I drove into the mansion, a place I once called home. Zoe was already waiting for me at the entrance with her suitcase. When she saw me, she pulled her suitcase forward. I pulled over in front of the house, and Zoe was a few feet away. Opening the door, I stepped out to go assist her with the box. She raised a brow in surprise when she saw me. “Get in,” I said, closing the trunk. Heavy footsteps resounded behind us, and a sharp voice spoke, “No, you aren't leaving.” Mom stepped out of the house, rushing towards us. Quickly, I stood in f

Lydia She leaned forward and clasped her hands together, one side of her lips raised to the side as she spoke, “Believe what you want.” She said enunciating each word. I balled my fist under the table, still keeping a smile on my lips, trying as hard as I could not to expose my anger. I leaned into the chair, squared my shoulders, and crossed my legs, giving an air of authority. “Mary, whoever told you I am alive may also have said a few things, like…” I paused, raising my manicured finger to my eye level, and I studied them nonchalantly. “... I am no longer a pushover.’ I looked towards her, hoping she got the gist. Disgust twisted my stomach as I watched her face twist in envy. “Not to kiss my own ass, I am now powerful, the type you run flimsy errands for,” I said, so she understands that she is below me. “I will not be repeating myself,” I said, through gritted teeth, “who asked you to start a fire in the prison. Think before you speak this time.” I advised. No matter how ang

Lydia He may have looked away quickly, but I've been with Mason for a long time to know it was him. Why was he in the same restaurant and acting sneaky like that? I refused to believe this was a coincidence. However, I was grateful that he didn't try to speak to me. That was enough. The next day, I found a pack of my favourite snack. It was a surprise he still remembered. I smiled as I munched on it later that evening while reading a novel online. “Who brought these flowers!” I inquired as Mia pushed a bouquet into my hands. “I don't know.” She said and shrugged her shoulders, “You seem to have so many admirers, and I'm not surprised about that.” She added before she walked out. I squinted, bringing out the attached note, a part of me wondering if it was from the reporter. What did he snap and send this time? All my worries vanished when I opened the note. The beautiful handwriting caught my attention at first, then the content. I caught myself smiling as I read it. “I think abo