Lahat ng Kabanata ng My ex-husband’s nightmare: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

MasonI woke up before my alarm, as usual. It was a habit now; no matter how late I slept, my body always pulled me up early. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, listening to the quiet hum of the city just outside my window.Today was going to be just like any other day, morning routine, The company, and… Lydia’s verdict.I exhaled and pushed the thought away. There was no reason to dwell on it. Whatever the court decided, it wouldn’t change anything for me.I sat up and ran a hand through my hair before swinging my legs over the bed. The floor was cold beneath my feet as I stood, stretching my arms. I made my way to the bathroom, following the same routine as always: brush, shower, dress. My mind stayed busy, already thinking about the meetings lined up for the day.By the time I walked out of the bedroom, Daniel was already in the penthouse, waiting with his tablet. "Morning, sir," he greeted without looking up, scrolling through the schedule."Morning," I muttered, buttoning my c

LydiaI stared at the initials on the pen in my hand, my fingers trembling around it. Mason.Mason sent someone to kill me? I understood the words, but they didn’t make sense. They couldn’t make sense.The words felt like a hammer to my skull, breaking apart every memory I had of him, of us. Years of marriage. Waking up beside him. Loving him and supporting him. Three years of being his wife. Of knowing every little detail about him; his favorite coffee, the way he ran a hand through his hair when he was frustrated, the way his voice softened when he was tired.And none of it mattered.None of it was real for him.I felt my breath hitch, my chest felt heavy. The car was suffocating me as hot tears filled my eyes. Gloria sighed beside me. "Lydia," Gloria called softly.I shook my head violently. "No, don’t—don’t say anything. This—this isn’t okay… It's not Gloria." She sighed, moving closer to me, her hands resting gently on my arm, but I pulled away."It’s not okay!" My voice cracked

GloriaLydia’s voice shook as she asked. “Wh-what did you say?”I looked away, standing up as I walked toward the open window. The cold night air brushed against my face as I exhaled slowly. Then, I turned to her, letting my all seriousness show. “You’re in my house, Lydia.”Her brows knotted together in confusion. I could almost hear the gears turning in her head, trying to make sense of everything.“And…” I hesitated, knowing that nothing could prepare her for what I was about to say. But I had kept it in for too long. She deserved to know.I met her gaze and said it. “I’m… I’m your mother, Lydia.”Her entire body froze. She just stared at me, not blinking, not breathing, as if her mind couldn’t process my words. I watched as emotions warred in her eyes—shock, disbelief, and anger. It was slowly building up but it was there.“No.” She whispered, shaking her head slightly. “No, that’s impossible. You… you’re a prison nurse. My mother is…” She clenched her fists under the duvet. “She’

Lydia5 YEARS LATER“Mommy, you put too much syrup!”I chuckled as Liam frowned at his plate, pushing the sticky pancakes around with his fork. “That’s not too much,” I said, slicing up my own. “That’s the perfect amount.”He wrinkled his nose. “But it’s too sweet.” Melanie, sitting beside him, gasped. “Then give it to me!” she said in her usual loud tone.Liam instantly pulled his plate closer, protecting it. “No way!”I laughed softly as I sipped my coffee, watching them bicker. Every morning was like this, breakfast together, syrup-covered plates, sticky little hands, and endless chatter. It was messy, loud, and chaotic. But it was ours.“Mommy, can we have pancakes every day?” Melanie asked, swinging her legs under the table.“Every day?” I raised an eyebrow. “What about eggs? Or toast?”“Nooo, just pancakes,” she declared dramatically, her little hands making a huge gesture. Liam shook his head. “I like eggs more.”Melanie gasped, clutching her chest like he’d just insulted her e

LydiaThe office was buzzing. I could hear the excitement before I even stepped out of my office. The Italian investor had done exactly as he promised—his investment had pushed the company to a whole new level. The stock was rising, partnerships were forming, and the team was practically vibrating with energy.I walked out into the open office space, and conversations quieted for a second before people quickly pretended they weren’t just celebrating. But I saw the grins, the exchanged looks, the small whispers.Then, Mia, bold as ever, cleared her throat and turned to me. “So… we’re all heading out for drinks later. A little celebration of our victory, would you like to join, boss?”The room went dead silent. I glanced around, watching how the others froze, eyes darting between Mia and me like they were watching someone step onto a landmine. A few of them looked ready to grab her and drag her away before she got herself fired.Mia, of course, didn’t flinch. She stood there all smiles,