All Chapters of My ex-husband’s nightmare: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

LydiaI didn't want to say this earlier, because I didn't want Mason to think I suspected his mom. But the truth was that I did. During the ride back home, a thousand thoughts went through my mind. A lot of things didn't add up. My mind reverted back to the times when Julia had tried to speak to me. The day I shut her out, she had waited, claiming that what she wanted to say was important. It was so important that she had to pretend to be Zoe to lure me up to her room after the party began.She begged me to stay alive, revealing that Victoria was planning something, and I had seen Victoria at the event, okay, not her expressly, but I had seen someone who looked like her.“Victoria Woods” name was not on the list. Are you sure?" That was the problem, it had been too late to follow her, before I could go with the person I saw, she had already left.“You saw Mom?" Zoe asked, looking between me and Mason whose face remained straight. I wished he would show some emotions at the mention o

Mason"You pushed my daughter and got the audacity to come here?” His sharp voice bounded off the walls.Lydia, who had not noticed my presence, stepped back, brushed lightly against my chest, and flinched. Then she turned sharply and missed a foot; my heart leapt, and my hands reached for her instinctively. A low quiver escaped her lips. “Mason,” her eyes brightened, and she let out a breath of relief.Holding her shoulders, I steadied her, but the weakness in her voice was palpable, betraying her true feelings. “You planned this, right?" Mr Everett's voice cut through the moment, stopping me from speaking. My hands moved from Lydia's shoulders to her wrist. I stepped in front of her, shielding her from the man who was red with anger.His jaws ticked, his chest rose and fell. He tried looking past my shoulders, which would have worked if he weren't 5.7 feet tall. “Did you come with her to ridicule my daughter?” His voice was sharp and his breath uneven. “We are worried about he

Victoria The vase collided with her head before shattering on the floor. Pieces of bottles are spread all over. A low gasp escaped my lips when I saw blood dripping out of her head. I bit hard on my lower lip, my heart stamping hard against my chest as I covered the distance between us.Blood pumped from her head, spilling and forming a pool around her. Her eyes were open but weak. A bleeding Julia wasn't part of the plan, but when certain things happened, certain measures had to be put in place. My initial panic turned into action; I had no time to cry over already spilled blood. I'm not sure if she is dead, I didn't bother to check.I had to act; the plan may have changed, but I could still pin this on Lydia. I called Bethany, one of the waiters I had hired to work with me for the evening. She didn't ask questions when she saw Julia, she just did as she was told. We held Julia and walked to the rails, where we threw her down.I didn't stay in the room for another minute. I had

Lydia“What are you thinking?” Mason asked, his hand passed through my hair. I had my eyes closed and mentally leaned into each touch. “Nothing,” I said, trying to sound normal. He poked at my cheeks, “You keep secrets now?” He asked, his cologne filled my nostrils. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and Mason's face came into view, his orbs staring right at me. He brushed some strands of hair off my face. He reads me like a book; he could always tell when I was overthinking too much. “A lot,” I inhaled slowly, placing one hand over the other on my stomach. “Julia. What if she never regains consciousness? Would things have been different if I had listened to her when she came to my office? Why did I leave her in the room alone? Why didn't I believe her?” I spat out the questions consuming my mind.His face softened, “That's so much eating you away,” his voice was warm as he spoke. “But I'll be honest with you.” I knew Mason would never say anything to hurt my feelings, but I held my

Victoria*Two hours before the meeting*I dabbed the brush on my cheeks. Placing the brush on the table, I turned from side to side, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Perfect. The look did what I wanted to do, hide the marks I didn't want people to see anymore. Warm glow cascaded down the room, and the curtains danced at the side. I hummed under my breath and tapped my feet to the rhythm on the floor. I was doing all I could to ensure I didn't remember what happened last night, and it just kept getting difficult.The pink lipstick I applied scented like strawberry, I rubbed both lips together. My phone, sitting on the table, beeped. I reached for it quickly, and my hands shook as I opened the message to reveal its content. My hope came crashing down as I read the message from Michael instead of Bridget. I have been waiting for reports from her all through the day, but haven't gotten anything. I tried calling her, but her number was unreachable. It was the same with the doctor