Lahat ng Kabanata ng My ex-husband’s nightmare: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Julia I placed my glass to my lips and took a slow sip from the wine. After settling the glass on the table, I reached for my phone. The conference and subsequent tweet we made two days ago were still ranking number one on the search bar. Lydia's reputation was in shambles, and it is all thanks to Victoria's brilliant plan. When she first told me about clearing Lydia's name, I never thought it was just another plan to thrust her further than the pit of ruin, and it was more successful than the first. Being able to expose Lydia's true face to the world feels like an accomplishment. Such vile women should not be allowed to walk around freely in society. But something still bugged me. My hands on the screen paused, and I tilted my head to the side. I understand the fact that Mason didn't love me, but why would he choose the woman who murdered his stepdad and tore their family apart? My phone beeped, pulling me out of my trance. Another message from another reporter with the message.

Mason Daniel pulled the luggage behind me as I walked to the car. The door was already open, so I stepped inside while Daniel walked around the car, opened the trunk, and placed the suitcase inside. He sat behind the steering wheel, and once the engine roared to life, the car drove onto the highway. “Did you recheck the itinerary?” I asked Daniel as I scrolled through the phone. “Yes. Mia and I made sure everything was in order.” He replied swiftly, and I nodded. Looking at the itinerary, everything truly was in order. After the press conference we held three days ago, Lydia suggested we go on a family vacation. Everything was back to the way it was; she had filed an action against Mom, and we were having a good time. It felt as though a weight had been lifted from my chest. This vacation with the twins was a reminder that I had a normal family now. Gloria and Zoe will join us, but not on the first day. The car came to a stop in front of a big black gate, which slid open after a

MASON “Can I kiss you?” I asked, my tone low, almost hoarse. Her beautiful eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn’t look away. Slowly, my gaze traced the delicate line of her nose before stopping at her lips. Those lips. How would they taste? The question tore through me, raw and impatient. It had been far too long since I’d claimed them, and the hunger of that absence stirred inside me, and I could no longer contain it. Silence took over. I was waiting for her to just give me a go ahead sign. She blinked and nodded her head. Maybe she must be surprised that I asked her. She looks more tempting. Without words coming from her mouth, she moved her face closer to mine, and I did the same. I don't know who first kissed the other, but all I could feel was her plumped pink lips. Oh, the softness is a killer. I brought my hands towards her body and held her chins up to capture more of her lips. “mhmmmm” she let out a sweet moan that sent shivers to my body. Immediately, I began to undress

Mason Immediately, Liam's voice turned clear, I stood, and without thinking, ran towards the body of water. The sand was round under my feet, but my eyes remained pinned on the girl struggling, wagging her hand as the current took her away. Wind slapped my face, and so did Lydia's voice in my ear from behind. My heart rammed heavily against my chest. Once I got close to the water, I dived into it and fought against the current, swimming towards my girl who had lost the will to struggle and just allowed the water to take her away. One hand pushed the water away, and the other did the same as I pushed myself towards her. The water was cold, and my body shook, not from the cold, but from the fear that clenched my chest, raw fear, different from what I've known before. I got closer and grabbed a handful of her clothes. I pulled her as I swam back, keeping her head above water. Once I got close to the shore, I stood carrying her over my shoulder and hurried towards Lydia, who was alre

Lydia Her voice carried a hint of threat, but I wasn't one to be afraid of such nutjobs. She took one step forward, crossing her hand over her chest, “I won't be repeating this.” I scrunched up my face and hurriedly took a step to the side, closing my nose with my hand. I threw a pointed look at her, genuinely curious how a human mouth can smell that bad. She squinted, “Your breath stinks, don't come close to me when you speak,” I warned, then walked past her. Before I got to the door, I felt a sharp pain in my head. She tugged on my hair and pulled me back. I turned, removing her hand from my hair, and at once I flung her over my shoulders. The pain in my head didn't relieve me, but at least I taught her a lesson. She groaned on the floor, holding her waist and turning herself from side to side, but I wasn't done yet. I pulled her hair and tugged on it roughly; of course, she had to experience the same pain. She twisted her body trying to get out of my hold, but I tightened my g