All Chapters of My ex-husband’s nightmare: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

LydiaHer 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 gr

LydiaMy heels clicked loudly on the floor as I walked to the car, which was parked at a distance. Mia walked by my side. Once we got close, she stepped forward and opened the door for me to enter. Cold breeze slapped my face as I entered the car. Once I settled into the warm car, I pulled my jacket, watching Mia walk around to sit beside me. The driver ignited the engine and drove off. Mia scrolled down her screen, “How many hours do we have before the next agenda?” I asked as I looked out of the window. The sky was covered by dark clouds, which drifted lazily. “The next agenda will start in twenty minutes, we have to be present before then.” She said just as the car stopped in front of a black Hyundai. I groaned as I lay my head on the headrest and closed my eyes. “Can it be moved?” I asked, exhausted from the just-concluded meeting. “No, the president of City C will stay in the hotel for a few days, and as a VVIP, it's required that you accompany other politicians to welcome h

MasonI set a plate of Mac and cheese on the table, and after that, I walked to get a glass of juice. Zoe made food, and because I came late, I had to heat mine in the microwave before eating.It has been a very long day for me, as I have had so much to do. I finally left the office at 9 pm. I heard footsteps behind me, mixed with the low giggling of a feminine voice. Once I turned, I saw Zoe walking towards me, her eyes were pinned on her screen as she typed. I took my first bite when she settled beside me. “When did you come back?” She asked.“A while ago. I thought you were asleep.” She shook her head, stood and walked to the fridge. “You've been on your phone a lot lately,” I noted. She was always chatting and always giggling. I had a feeling this had something to do with a man. “Are you dating now?” I asked, and for a while her body went still. She takes a plate and places a slice of cake on it. She returned to the table with the plate, accompanied by a glass of juice. “What

LydiaOf everything Julia could say, or ask, I never imagined it would be about my death. A heavy silence weighed between us. I was surprised by the question and her audacity in asking it in such a relaxed tone, as if she were just inquiring about the weather.Her eyes peppered my skin, and my senses heightened. We were standing over on the 20th floor, behind a railing, and I couldn't stop the funny idea from crawling into my head as I repeated the question, ‘Have you ever imagined how you'll die?’My expression relaxed, and I inhaled softly, stepping towards the railings. I wiped a finger on it, feeling the cold and smooth iron. “Why? Do you want to throw me over?” I asked, leaning on the railing. She stepped towards me, each step careful and calculated. “I doubt that's why you brought me here.” I stole a quick peek at my watch. “You don't have all day.”“I've always thought about that, you know.” She stood close to the rails and looked over. Her shoulders locked, quickly, she took

Lydia Soft glow fell on the face of the waiter as she raised her head. Her finger was pointed at me, but all I could do was stare at her face. My eyes narrowed in recognition. “You," I said slowly, my chest tightening as realization sank deep into me. My voice was loud enough for her to hear, and she immediately lowered her head. “You know her? That means you saw her, too," Detective Shawn said, looking between us. The same waiter I had seen in the hallways who bumped into me with a trail of wine and had knelt down to beg for her life was in front of me, trembling while pointing at me as the suspect of Julia's fall.At this point, I didn't care about the mummering from the crowd or the cold air bouncing off Mason, who stood at the side.“Miss Alissa, I'm sorry, but you'll have to come with us to the station," Detective Shawn said, looking anything but sorry. The smirk he wore irritated me. I sucked in a breath. “She's being arrested." “Serve her right, no man is worth taking a l