All Chapters of My ex-husband’s nightmare: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LydiaWhen I woke up, Mason was still asleep. The truth was I could barely sleep that night. Mason came twice with his cock against my mouth. Just like I wanted, I didn't allow him to touch me. He had to know what he had lost. I had not planned to come here, but since I was here and had made the best use of my time, I felt good and refreshed. He had his hands over my waist, pulling me into his chest. Gently, I removed his hand away from my waist and freed myself from his hug. The room was dark as the light had been switched off and the windows closed. I stepped down from the bed. I have been here multiple times, so I don't need light to move around.It may have been over five years since I was here, but I knew my way around.I walked to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror after turning on the light. My lips were red and swollen. I touched it. Although I don't want to admit it, I enjoy every bit of the time I spend with him. My body missed his touch.I remember those t

Mason Lydia left early. I knew when she woke up, how she stirred and rolled off my hands.She didn't want to be disturbed, and I respected her wishes by giving her the space she wanted and pretended to be fast asleep. As I stood under the shower, I couldn't help but reminisce about our time together last night. After my shower, I stepped into the room, walked into the closet, and picked a suit for the day.Daniel was in my sitting room. “When did you get here?” I asked. He stood up when he saw me. “A while ago," he said. We began walking to the door. “As you instructed, I have Lydia's bag. I will give her the bag by noon.” Daniel said. “No, I'll g-” My words were cut short by the sound of my phone ringing. We stepped out of the room, walking to the elevator. “Mr. Woods,” “Have you found anything?” I asked the private investigator whom I had hired to look into Lydia for me. “Yes.” “Alright, send it over, I'll go through it.”“If you don't mind, this may require us to meet.” H

Mason“What an unpleasant surprise. Why are you here, Mr. Woods?” Her voice was cheerful, but I could notice the little disappointment as if she were upset that I just interrupted her moment with Marcus. Marcus leaned towards her, wiped her hair away from her face. I fist my palm as I watched him. He then planted a kiss on the side of her face. “Well, I want to speak to you,” I said and then added, “urgently.” I fixed my eyes on Marcus. He wasn't staring at me. His hand was still on her hair, and I wanted to pull it off. Rip it off the shoulder and beat him with it. But I held myself back.“What do you want to talk about?” She asked, freeing herself from Marcus’s hold.I blinked, trying to steady my breath as I returned my eyes to Lydia. “I want to speak in private,” I told her. “Marcus is no stranger.” She said, and from her tone, I knew what she actually meant was, ‘I don't think there's anything we have to talk about in private, Mason.’My heart twisted when I saw the triumphant

LydiaI woke up feeling sore all over. My head felt heavy, but my heart felt heavier. Her words were still in my head. I couldn't push them out. I had barely gotten enough sleep. “The kidneys don't match.”That wasn't the only reason why I felt this way. It was her solution. None of the three kidneys matched Melanie's, so I understood her frustration. I'm not happy about it either. However, her solution was even more displeasing.I stayed up after our conversation, which would be more correctly referred to as a fight. Her words were stuck in my head, and so were mine. I ended up tossing and turning all through the night and finally fell asleep.I wore my slide and stood, taking a minute to steady my head, which was spinning. I walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. My eyes are bloody red. My lower lip disappeared under my mouth as I stared at the dark circles under my eyes. Stretching and yawning, I took my first step and soon stood in front of the shower. The

GloriaWhen I got the news that the kidney didn't match, I felt my world stop. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Gloria.” Dr. Telvin apologized for the fifth time. I supported myself by placing my hand on one of the tables close to me. “What can we do? Dr. Telvin, I can't leave my granddaughter to die.” I said. I couldn't believe that my connection was failing me. I have spent years building what I have today, and I have donated money to support patients who had none. Build hospitals in places the government wouldn't respond, so why should I have to deal with this?I can't watch my daughter carry her child. The thought of that made me sick to my stomach.“What can we do about this? There surely must be something we can do.” I said into the phone. My legs had gotten too weak to stand, so I sat on the nearest couch.“I'm sorry.” He said. After the call, I placed a call to someone else. Jeremy, he still owes me one. The call connected after a few rings. I cleared my throat and began, “Dr. Jeremy, it'