Lahat ng Kabanata ng My ex-husband’s nightmare: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

LydiaSigning the contract with Mr. Redmond is a big boost in my career. I have defeated Mason again, and the news was pasted all over the internet.As usual, netizens began to compare both of us. If left to me, there was no need to compare. The difference was clear. Mason has been in the industry for a longer time, but here I was—growing and pushing him aside gradually.As expected, the contract with Mr. Redmond opened the road for other opportunities. In just one day, I had gotten over 20 requests from various companies, both home and international, offering to work with me.Mia is seated in front of me. She passed me a file."I have just gone through that. I think it would be worth our time and investment," she said in a soft voice.I nodded, taking the file from her and placing it by my side.We left the company later than usual.I got home quite late. Mom and the twins had already gone to bed. It was past 10:00 p.m. at this point.I walked to my room, stepped into my bathroom, an

LydiaHis lips were practically already brushing against mine, but when I gave him that peck, he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in deeper. His lips pressed hard against mine, urging me to let him in, and so I did. I opened up to him and almost immediately, his tongue slid in, slow, wet, deep. He kissed like he was mad at me, like he had been waiting too long to do it. His hand slipped down, gripping my waist, then dragging me onto his lap.I straddled him, intentionally soothing myself to the feel of him. He didn’t stop kissing me. One hand pulled my hair. The other slid down my back, then down to cup my ass. He squeezed it so hard I couldn't help but bite.“You taste... So good,” he whispered against my lips. I didn’t respond to that as I rocked against him, slow at first, making his grip on my waist tighten.He growls. “Lydia,” he said in a warning tone, “You keep moving like that…” I didn’t stop.I placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed my hips down, feeling how

Lydia“That's all. Thanks for your contributions. You can all leave now.” The five men in front of me all bowed slightly before leaving the meeting room.Mia dropped onto the chair closest to me. She has been standing for the past two hours. “That was long.” She said, reaching for the bottle of water in front of her. She uncapped it and placed it on her lips. Drops of water leaked from the side of her mouth. I massaged my back. We had back-to-back meetings for the past six hours, and we had one more before wrapping up for the day. “You did well.” Mia has played a big role in making all the meetings successful. She placed the bottle on the table. The content is now half. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, “I'm happy I could do it.” I nodded, bringing out my phone which just beeped. “But you know the usual way you can pay me for other extra work.”“You are now becoming more greedy by the day,” she laughed, exposing her upper teeth.“I would never, God forbid, a girl just

Lydia Marcus smiled, reaching for my hand. I don't try to pull back. We just finished having the main dish. The sky was stretched into infinity dotted by stars. We were on the rooftop. Marcus had specifically picked this spot, he wanted us to watch the sky as we ate and chatted and we've been doing just so all along. Nights like this, when I look at the sky, remind me of the nights I had gone stargazing with Mason. Being a nature lover, the night sky was one of my many fantasies and I could stare at it for hours. Mason had taken me up a mountain where we had camped and watched the night sky. He wasn't a fan of stars but for me, he had gone there. “How did you know of this spot?” I asked. A waiter had just arrived. Plated clangs as it was cleared away. “There's only so much I don't know in this city, and about you.” He said he is wearing a crisp white button-down tucked neatly into black trousers with a bow on his neck.“I know how much you love nature and thought this would be

Zoe I slammed my journal shut for the fifth time since I opened it. Leaning into the chair, I placed my head on the headrest and closed my eyes. It's been two days since I met Lydia, but I couldn't wipe our conversation off my head. My chest tightened, and breathing became hard. I didn't try to fight it this time. Whenever I thought of Lydia, my body reacted the same way. Chest tightened, and breaths became short. When I first left the country after her death, it had taken me six months to get over it, and over fifty sessions with my therapist. In her words, “guilt was equal to remorse, it's deep regret for what has been done. We can't control guilt just like how we can't control the past, but we can control the present and the way we react to the feeling.” She would always repeat these words and soon embedded them in my mind. I found myself repeating it like a mantra anytime I felt suffocated. Like now. It felt as though a second person was in my room; the windows were open, bu