All Chapters of My ex-husband’s nightmare: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

LydiaIt was too much. It was way too much stimulation, and I couldn't help but want more and more of what he was willing to offer. I couldn't think straight, every other thought in my head had dissipated into nothingness. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered but this. But him. But this feeling. But this crazy need needs to be quenched. “Spread your legs for me,” he ordered, his voice sounded dangerous, but goddess, it was so hot. I obeyed without thinking, my body arching toward him, desperate to feel him inside me.But he didn’t move between my thighs right away. His mouth trailed lower, kissing down my throat, across my collarbone. Then lower still. My breath hitched as he paused at the top of my chest, his eyes flicking up to mine, dark and full of wicked intent.“Fuck-Mason,” I gasped, my back arching as his tongue flicked over my nipple. My whole body jerked. He groaned like he’d been starving, his mouth closing over me, sucking hard. He knew it was one of my weak spots,

LydiaThe grass felt wet under my feet as I ran around with Liam and Mason. The drizzle from earlier has not fully dried away. Melanie was at home, she hates rain and cold but Liam is different. He was too obsessed with playing football, which is why we are here right now. “Pass it over, over here, Liam,” I screamed, chasing after the ball. “Kick it with your toes,” Mason said just as Liam kicked the ball over to me. The ball rolled over to my end. Mason came for the ball, and it made a thud when I kicked it over to a giggling Liam. “Don't allow Mason to take it.” Mason spent one hour teaching Liam the basic rules of the game, after which we split ourselves into two teams. Liam and I are on one team while Mason is, well, alone. Liam kicked the ball and swayed to the side. Mason quickly reached for him. He stabled him, “Careful.” I rushed over to them, sweat dripping from the side of my face. “Are you okay?” I asked panting heavily. “Yes. I'm good.” Liam said, his chest heaved a

LydiaMy hands around my phone tightened as I watched the two vile women on the screen. Julia was almost on the brink of tears as she spoke, spilling lies like it was the easiest thing on earth. My entire body went rigid with anger. As if the post they made wasn't enough, these women went on screen and displayed the most dramatic moments I have ever seen. They should be actors.I got fed up before they left the stage and turned off the phone, slamming it on the table. Silence stretched in the office. I grind my teeth, anger rising to my throat, blocking my lungs. I couldn't hold this rage in. Mia stepped forward and gently picked up the phone. I raised my eyes to find her looking at me, concern etched on her brow. “What are we to do about this?” She asked, “This rumors is spreading fast, people believe it.” She said and then released a sigh, “How can they be so stupid? It's as if they've been waiting for you to flop, and now that they've finally gotten the chance, they jumped right

Lydia“No, I don't want it anymore, I'm fine now,” Liam said, his words still sounding strained and forced. However, color was beginning to creep back into that once pale face, evidence that he was truly recovering. “Just one more spoon,” I said, moving the spoon of soup to his lips. He turned his face to the side. Adjusting his back on the pillow placed against his frame. “You said that for the last spoon,” He grumbled.We spent three days at the hospital. Liam was discharged today. I placed the spoon of soup back into the plate. Staring at the plate, which still looked untouched, I inhaled a scent of breath.“I want you to get better,” I said. “I am better, I don't need soup.”I read that soup was good for kids his age and helps them recover quickly. “Mom, it's fine,” Melanie, who has been watching us from the side, said. She took the plate of soup from me. “I'll eat the soup so it doesn't go to waste. Liam and I are one, it doesn't matter who eats it, he'll be fine.” “Yes, Mela

MasonI walked beside Lydia. It had been two days since the police incident, and we finally got a hold of mom. It wasn't as hard as she expected. “It didn't have to be in the penthouse,” Lydia said as we stepped into the elevator. “It's for the best, at least we'd have fewer suspicions from her.” The elevator dinged and opened. We stepped out together, our shoes clicking on the tiles in the same rhythm.“Are you ready?” I asked, as we stood in front of the door. Lydia inhaled sharply, “Yes.” I nodded, parting the side of my pocket, “The recorder is in position, too.” I said, dipping my hand into my pocket, I fetched a pen and placed it in my chest pocket.I punched the pin and stepped inside. Mom would be arriving in a few minutes, and before then, I had to get Lydia to relax. “Do you want water? Tea? Or anything to help you relax.” I asked her, and she inhaled a scent of breath.“Water, I'll have water.” She said, walking to the kitchen, which was opposite the sitting room. “I'l