Lahat ng Kabanata ng My ex-husband’s nightmare: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Julia Loud music resounded from the speaker. I blinked, my eyes sweeping across the sea of people as they rocked their bodies against each other. My glass was empty, and the thought of navigating this sea of people to get another glass of vodka at the other end was nerving. But I had to go, I needed all the alcohol in my system. It was the very reason I had come here in the first place. I stood, the entire room spun, and my legs turned wobbly. I swayed from side to side as I took the first step, my eyes heavy. This shouldn't be as hard as it is. This was my fifth glass of Vodka, and it was too early to feel tipsy. “Hey pretty, mind if I help you?” A voice said. I looked up to see a charming man staring down at me with a smile etched on his face. I twisted my lips to the side, pushing my hand through my hair. When I closed my eyes and opened them only to find Mason staring right at me. “Mason,” I called slowly, the glass I held slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground. A crashi

Mason I lifted my brow, surprise etched on my face for a while. I am sure the MC made a mistake. A terrible one at that. There was certainly no way Lydia had volunteered to sing at an event she didn't know of until today. Lydia was engrossed with typing, so she didn't hear the MC. “Is Miss Brooks here with us?” The MC asked, his eyes sweeping across the crowd in the hall. Those seated close to us recognised her and looked in our direction. I leaned towards her and tapped gently on her arm. She raised her eyes, and her hand on the keyboard stopped. “Hmmm?” “You didn't volunteer to sing, right?” I asked just to be certain I wasn't wrong. She chuckled, “Why would I do that?” She resumed typing, “Why would you even think that?” An amusing look spread over her features. “Then I think we might have a little problem.” I scratched the bridge of my nose. The MC was now looking directly at us. “Someone wrote your name on the list, or the MC is mistaken,” I said. Lydia was yet to understand

Mason A wave of anger surged through me. Everyone's eyes fell on me. “Now what did she plan?” I asked under my breath. This was supposed to be a peaceful night with Lydia. I should have known from when Mom walked in with Julia that there was going to be nothing peaceful about it. “You should go,” Lydia said beside me. “But I can't allow her to offer that necklace as a donation, it's yours,” I said “Doesn't matter. For now, you should be up there like she requested.” I inhaled a scent of breath and stood pushing the chair backwards. My jaw ticked as I walked, trying to keep my anger hidden as I got closer to mom. Mom kept a smile on, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “Here's Mason, my son.” She said when I stood beside her on the podium, her voice thick with pride. She spread her hand apart, inviting me for a hug. I grind my teeth together as she crashed into my chest. The hug lasted for a few seconds before I pulled away. She hasn't earned my forgiveness yet, and unlike her, I c

Mason The air in her living room felt warm and alive the moment the door shut. Lydia’s perfume clung to every wall, and I greedily took it all in. It was a little sweet, like something you shouldn’t breathe in too deep but do anyway. Lydia’s hair slid over her shoulder as she set the bottle and glasses on the low table. She was standing just a step away, and for a heartbeat all I did was stare at the small movement of her shoulders. The faint streetlight leaked through the curtains, painting her cheek in pale silver. I watched her move, every small motion seemed intense. She poured the wine and handed me a glass without meeting my eyes, then sat beside me on the couch. Close enough for her knee to almost brush mine, but not quite. “Here.” Her voice was husky, maybe from the wine, maybe from something else. “Thanks,” I said, but my gaze had already shifted to her lips. My throat felt dry as thoughts flooded my mind making the sound of the clock on the wall ticking even louder than

Mason I didn't expect the twins to know about me being here, not after receiving a call from Lydia, who was supposed to be our signal that the coast was clear. When the twins came running down, I spread my hands apart, picked them both and spun. “How are my twins doing?” I asked, holding them as I walked down the stairs. “Fine,” they echoed. Lydia's eyes were a bit widened, this wasn't what was planned or anticipated. Since I had been discovered, there was no need to pretend. I sat beside Lydia on the right and Melanie on the left. Liam sat opposite me. Lydia gave me a plate. Seeing the woman I hadn't seen before, I guessed that she would be Lydia's mom. “I’m sorry to intrude, well, I... Uhmm...” I looked over to Lydia, but she was quiet. What was I even saying? I twisted my lips to the side. “No need for any explanation, Mason, you are my daughter's friend, and since she trusted you enough to allow you to stay over, it means you are practically family.” She paused and then added