My ex-husband’s nightmare (Lydia and Mason) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Lydia

“Is this the place?” I asked Mia, we are standing in front of a two–storey building painted in

dull yellow

Mia looked at the iPad, probably a picture on it and back at the building, “Yes, this is the place.” She assured me. I inhaled sharply, not ready to step inside. This place held answers to all the questions I had.

Two days ago, Mason said some words that were hard to believe. First, there was evidence pointing to him as the mastermind behind the fire incident at

the prison.

Not even once did I think it would be Victoria. At first, I brushed his claims aside as an unproven fact, but after my discussion with Mom yesterday, I decided it may not be a bad idea to find out the truth myself, and that was what Mia and I were doing right now.

Seeking out Mary had not been as easy as I thought. It was one of the reasons I didn’t want to walk down this path of finding the truth. Nothing changes

if it was Mason or his Mother who caused it.

Nothing will ever change the fact that the fire almost took my life. “It doesn’t change, but at least you will know who hates you that much and be able to protect your twins when the time comes.” Mom had said, and as we walked into the building, I couldn’t help but try to convince myself that she was

right.

“Welcome,” a lady said with a wide smile plastered on her face. She stood behind a table, two laptops open in front of her. “How can I help you?” She asked, darting her eyes from Mia to me, then to Mia again.

Mia moved forward, holding the iPad towards the lady. “We are here for her. She walked into this office, right?” Mia asked.

My eyes travelled around the space we were in; the walls were painted white, and a ceiling fan hung on the ceiling, moving lazily in circular motion. There was a long hallway in front of me. I tried to count the doors on both sides but lost count at the fifth door.

“She used to work here, but she quit three days ago.” The lady replied, her reply caught my attention, and I moved forward, disappointed at the information. But I can’t leave without getting more information.

“Why did she quit, do you know where she is now?” I asked.

The lady returned the iPad to Mia, but this time, she looked up cautiously at both of us, “May I ask why you are here for her?” She lifted a brow.

“It’s something personal,” I said, stopping myself from snapping at her; it wouldn’t help in this situation. But if she knew Mary, like really knows her, then she should also know she is a hardened criminal. Shouldn’t she be used to people coming over to look for her?

That woman had put me through hell in prison. That was one reason I couldn’t forget about her.

The lady didn’t look convinced, sensing my agitation, Mia went ahead to explain, “We have some things we want to ask her. We are not here to harm her, just to ask questions.”

The woman relaxed a bit, her eye fixed on a smiling Mia. “Shs doesn’t work here anymore, but I can tell you where she now works,” she offered.

“That would be nice.”

That was how we ended up in two other places, still, I couldn’t meet her. She was always on the move as though she knew someone was on her tail. At the last place we went to, her most recent workplace, we were also informed that someone had come in search of her earlier.

“I don’t think I want to continue,” I said, leaning on the car with a cup of iced coffee in my hand. “This is so exhausting.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to meet her? You haven’t forgotten about the questions you’d ask once you get to meet her, have you?” Mia asked.

I inhaled sharply, taking a slow sip from my cup, “I do want to ask her. You know how important this is.”

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Chapter 126

armen let’s get her. I have a good feeling that she will be here.” Mla sald.

Mia was right, Mary was at the next destination we were given. She worked as a hairstylist. Just how many jobs does she have?

From where we were seated of the reception, I could make out her figure clearly through the open door.

A lady, dressed in the same uniform as her, leaned towards her and whispered in her ear. I could see the look of surprise flash through those eyes before she left, leaving the hair she was styling to the lady.

I straightened as I watched her walk out, memories of the things she made me go through ripe

in my

mind.

When she finally stepped out, her eyes landed on Mia first before moving to me. The smile on her cheeks fell. Is that a look of disappointment I see? She quickly turned and used one hand to cover her face.

“Not who you were expecting, huh?” I asked, lifting a brow. The lady

ld her an

old-

-time friend was here for her, which was why she looked all excited.

She was about to walk away, but I stopped her, “Mary.” I called out, and she paused without turning. Her shoulders were slumped. “You don’t consider me an old friend?” I asked, rising to my feet, and I walked in front of her.

She looked terrified, nothing like she used to look. I crossed one hand over the other in front of her, “We need to talk.”

“I don’t know you. I think you are mistaken.” She turned to face me, trying to keep a bold font, but her eyes gave her away, “I am not Mary, I’m Lila, and I don’t know you.” Her eyes moved around its socket, scanning the place to see if anyone was looking at us.

She looked uncomfortable. It took me a while to guess that she may have changed her name. I walked closer to her and placed my hand on her shoulders, “If you don’t follow me out, I may have to cause a scene.” That seemed to do the trick.

She agreed to speak at a cafe close to her workplace. A cup of coffee was placed in front of her. “Do you like your coffee?” I asked, hoping she’d relax before I started the questioning.

She fiddled with her fingers, “What did you want to talk about? You didn’t come all the way here to watch me drink coffee, did you now?”

I smirked. I liked the way she caught on quickly. “I have some questions for you, and I want you to answer them honestly.”

She nodded, but before I could speak, she said, “You changed.” Her voice was low, then she added, “I can’t believe you are truly alive. If I didn’t know before you came in, I’d have said you are a ghost, dressed in expensive clothes.”

“How did you know I was alive?” I asked, curious.

“I won’t reveal that for now. What do you want to know?” She asked, the Mary I knew slowly sipping back in.

“Who sent you to set the prison ablaze and try to kill me?” There was no use bearing around the bush. “I want the truth,” I stated, trying all I could to be calm as I stared at the woman who made my life hell at one point.

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