My ex-husband’s nightmare (Lydia and Mason) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

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Chapter 152

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My eyes are red from unshed tears. Each breath I took was difficult. After what happened last night, I knew I had to double, no, triple my fight against Lydia to win and get Mason back.

I had to act and act right, so I met the only person I knew was on my side. Victoria.

“I am ready to do anything to kick Lydia out of our lives for good,” I said, and I meant each word. My lungs felt caged. I could no longer feel my heart, not through the pain that was spreading from my heart all over my body.

Yesterday, I had left the hall defeated after spending nights rehearsing my victory. Mason was supposed to feel ashamed when she made a fool of herself on stage, instead, I ended up making a fool of myself, all because of her. Lydia.

I locked eyes with Victoria, awaiting her next instruction. We failed once, but that doesn’t mean we’d fail again.

“I did my best to search for dirt on her, at least something to blackmail her with so she leaves Mason, but I found nothing, her slate is clean,” I confessed, my chest clenched at the thought, and my pain was replaced with anger.

I grind my teeth together, pushing one hand through my hair. “How could a woman who destroyed my relationship have nothing on her, not even a speck?” I lamented. The thought of it was infuriating. “I just need one thing.” I raised a finger, drunk from pain, with a mixture of agitation.

Since Lydia had lived with her as a daughter–in–law, I am sure she knows something.

Mrs Woods chewed on her bottom lip for a while, then brought down my finger, which I held up. “I have several things that can bring her down.” She said, her voice cold and calculated.

My brows shot up, and a pleasing smile found its way to my lips. Finally, “But I have to warn you, if you want to go against her, you must be ready to go all out, hold back nothing, Lydia is not to be underestimated.” She moved backwards and gave me a stern look.

As Victoria spoke, I watched her with admiration. If you ask me, watching your son think of you as a villain because of a woman would make any mother go mad. But here she was holding herself together.

She brushed my cheeks, then some strands of hair away from my face, “Once we start this battle, you can’t pull out, we’d finish it together.” I nodded vehemently. She didn’t need to ask that.

“I am ready to stick with you till we get what we both want, Mom.” Her face brightened up.

“Good,” she leaned in and began, “first we’d contact Jones.” “The reporter?” I inquired. “Yes. I’ve got something that will make headlines.” Her lips curved into a smirk.

A wave of joy and anticipation surged through me. Lydia was so done this time.

The article was posted around 3 am in the morning. By 6 am, it had already circulated, spreading like a wide

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fire. I scrolled through the comments with a big smile plastered on my face.

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Victoria sat in front of me with a glass in her hand. “How about a toast, things seemed to be going the way we wanted.” She said, raising her glass. I picked up my glass and lifted it before slowly meeting it with hers.

Once the glasses kissed, it made a soft clink.

“To Lydia’s downfall.” She said, and I echoed.

We had spent all night awake, digging for information, things to back up our claims. Now that we were already getting results, it was time to sleep a little before the press conference we arranged. What’s news with a bit of drama?

I had to say Victoria is really smart. And Lydia was definitely not to be underestimated. A woman who killed her stepfather–in–law just to hide the truth about her affair with him was worth being terrified of.

I would never have guessed that was the reason for her divorce from Mason five years ago.

She found her way out of prison by blowing it off and disappeared for five years, then returned as the queen whom everyone envied. Her disappearance begged the question, where had she been for five years?

Lydia is truly one terrifying woman, and netizens were doing a good job.

The posts about our humiliation at the auction were quickly buried and replaced with the truth about Lydia, her true identity and crime.

I woke up to over ten missed calls and a dozen messages, friends and family wanted to know the truth. I didn’t reply to anyone. In an hour they would get the answers to their questions.

Victoria came in that morning in the company of two maids. One held my dress, shoes and accessories, the other held a tray of food.

“Eat and get dressed, the conference is in an hour,” She said.

I did as I was told.

I leaned into the leather seat and inhaled a sharp breath, my emotions juggling within me. We were close to the venue for the press conference. My palm turned sweaty, and I wiped it on my dress for the umpteenth time.

The car rolled to a stop, and Victoria wrapped her hand over mine, slightly brushing her thumb through mine. She had her emotions and everything in place.

“Don’t be scared. Everything will go according to plan. There’s no way Lydia will fix this.” She assured me. She was right, and I kept reminding myself as I stepped out of the car.

A sea of reporters surrounded us, their cameras clicking loudly. I held my breath, and my legs turned wobbly.

Victoria held my hand in support.

“Is Alissa Brooks truly the reason for your breakup with Mr. Woods?”

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“Were you aware Alissa Brooks was Mr. Woods’s ex–wife?”

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“Mrs. Woods, how did you cope with seeing your husband’s murderer for the past months without doing anything about it?”

“What else is Alissa Brooke hiding?”

They slammed us with questions, each sharper than the other. While I was a bit taken aback by the crowd and everything, Victoria wasn’t; she didn’t as much as flinch.

Five men were in front of us, holding hands to form a barrier, keeping the reporters at a safe distance as we walked through the red carpet spread out in front of the venue.

“Is Mr. Woods aware of the dark side of Alissa Brooke?”

“He was with her at the auction, does that mean he chose her despite knowing about these claims?”

“Did you leak out this information to get them?”

We forged forward without answering the reporters. Victoria had expressly told me we were not here to answer the reporters or feed them what they wanted to know.

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