My ex-husband’s nightmare (Lydia and Mason) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

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Chapter 172

Chapter 172

Lydia

My hands, which were on my laptop, paused, and I raised my head to look at her.

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I had imposed a rule, stating that I never wanted to see Julia on my property, especially after the last drama she created. So, the security personnel at the gate knew never to allow her in.

“You know what to do,” I said, returning my attention to my laptop.

“Hmm… but it seems she is really bent on seeing you this time. Mark said she doesn’t intend to leave until she speaks to you. She said it’s important.”

“She should speak to Mark then,” I instructed. I do not want to think too much about this. After what she and Victoria did, I did not even want to have any conversations with her.

“Alright, ma.” While she was still standing, Mia called the security man and placed the call on speaker, “Tell her to speak.” I heard us say at the same time, scanning the document I had opened. But I could barely concentrate as I had to listen to her conversation with Mark.

“She has refused to say she wants to speak to Madam. She-” That moment, he was interrupted by Julia’s loud

voice.

“Is that Lydia? Let me talk to her.” I met Mia’s eyes, swirling my chair from side to side. Mia covered the speaker of the phone and asked, “Do you want to speak to her?” I shook my head. She nodded, then removed her hand from blocking the speaker.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t speak to Miss Alissa.” Then she added, “Do not allow her to enter.”

“I won’t be leaving without speaking to Ly-” beep, Mia ended the call. “She won’t be granted entrance.” She assured me. I knew that, “but what do you think she wants to say? If she is trying this hard to see you, I feel it’s essential.”

“She’s probably here to cause a scene as usual.” I couldn’t think of any other reason for her being here. I pushed some strands of hair off my face and tucked them behind my ear, “honestly, I don’t really care,” I said.

The evening sky stretched into infinity. Rising from the chair, I stood to my full height and raised it hand over my head, stretching my tired limbs.

I looked over at the table, and files were scattered all over it, I reached for my bag and just then, my nose tingled and I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand.

The clock ticked slowly by the side, it was already past 9 pm. I gathered my phone and some files into my bag. Just then, the door pushed open and Mia stepped into the office. Her hair stopped on her shoulders.

“I’m ready, let’s go,” I said before she could speak. Her hair was tied in a messy bun. I could tell she was just as tired as I am, after all, we have been stuck at the waist all day.

Closing the door behind me, we walked down the empty hallway together. Every other staff member had gone home, leaving Mia and me alone in the office. It wasn’t anything new.

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We stepped out through the sliding door, a man wearing black trousers and a top stood at the entrance and bowed. I tugged on my sleeve before wrapping my hand around myself.

Our car has been parked in front of the building. Mia opened the door, and I was about to enter when a familiar voice stopped me.

“Lydia.” Immediately, her yell reached my ear, and my legs came to a stop. Slowly, I turned to see Julia. I lifted a brow lazily. Cold air slapped against my face. All I needed right now was a hot bath, not a conversation with Julia.

“What do you want?” Her face is devoid of any makeup. The light reflected on her face, her lips were pale, and from the way she kept rubbing her hand up and down, I could tell she had been waiting in the cold.

“I want to speak to you. I’ve been waiting since you didn’t allow me in.” She never left.

I pushed whatever worries that began to form in my heart, knowing fully well what type of devil the girl I’m in front of me could be. “Can we talk? I’ll be brief. I just need to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” I said and was about to enter the car.

Her hand wrapped around mine immediately, and she tried to stop me by pulling me back. I tossed her hand away, my eyes narrowed as I looked at her. “Please, it’s important.” I could sense the urgency in her pleasing

tone.

“No,” I couldn’t hide my irritation. I could still feel my skin crawling at her attempt to touch me. “Don’t try to touch me or speak to me, I never want to have anything to do with you,” I said, ignoring the softness in her

eyes.

She stood rooted to the ground, even after the car got kicked to life and started driving away. I turned just before we drove through the gate, and the image of her was now out of my mind.

I massaged my shoulders as I walked into the house. It was past 10 pm, and the twins were already asleep. What I didn’t expect was for the kitchen lights to remain on. I should ignore it, I thought.

But changed my mind, Mom probably forgot to turn the lights on. I walked to the kitchen, and once I got there, my eyes met my mom’s.

She was seated on the stool in front of the kitchen island. She placed her hand on the top and had her head bent down. From the way her shoulders shook, I couldn’t tell if she was crying or laughing.

“Mom. I called, but she didn’t answer; she was oblivious that I was in the kitchen. Once I got close to her, I threw one hand over her shoulder, and she flinched when my hand came in contact with her skin. “What are you doing here alone?” I asked. She didn’t raise her head, she just relaxed when she realized it was me.

“Hey, Lydia, you’re back,” her voice was barely audible. She still had her head down. “Mom, are you alright?” I asked my heart, clenched to see her like this.

She wiped her face with her hand and raised her head slowly. My hand remained on her back until she held my eyes. “I am fine.” Her voice was weak, and her eyes darted from side to side. She inhaled slowly. Mom

wasn’t fine.

I pulled out a stool and sat, so I was now beside her. Seeing the space between us, I adjusted my chair, closing

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Now that I was closer, I noticed her red and swollen eyes were, as though she had been crying, wait… “Mom, have you been crying?” I asked studying her face.

She turned her face away, and before I could ask further questions, my phone rang. I stood up at once to take

the call.

“Ma’am, the pr… pres… hospi…” It was Mia, and her voice was drenched with panic. A lump rose to my throat, and I was standing before I knew it. “Mia, calm down and speak slowly, what happened?” I asked.

“The president is in the hospital.” She said in a clear voice, and my eyes widened. “What?” “He was taken there. earlier, I think an hour ago.” My legs weakened. “You need to come over immediately.”

Mom looked alarmed, her eyes, which had held sadness and pain a few seconds ago, now held dread.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I think I have to go,” I announced.

“But you only just came.”

I grabbed my bag and the car keys from the island. “It’s urgent. Let’s talk once I’m back.”

The hospital walls were painted white. It smelled of antibiotics and bleach. I walked past into the lobby, which had a lot of people scattered around.

I stopped in front of the receptionist’s desk. A girl who seemed to be in her late twenties stared back at me. Her dark skin shone in the light. “Good evening, ma, I’m Nurse Kay. Who do you want to see?” Her voice was gentle.

Once I told her about the president, I saw her eyes widen and she placed one finger over her lips, ‘shhh!” She looked around cautiously before staring at me with suspicion. I could see the green in her eyes. Without waiting for her to ask, I said, “I’m Miss Alissa Brooks.”

“I know you.” The nurse stated.

“President Tim stayed in my hotel,” I supplied information she didn’t ask, hoping it would help her understand why I was here.

It turned out the man was down as a result of food poisoning, and according to his P.A., he had only eaten in my hotel. “I need to see him.”

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We stepped out through the sliding door, a man wearing black trousers and a top stood at the entrance and bowed. I tugged on my sleeve before wrapping my hand around myself.

Our car has been parked in front of the building. Mia opened the door, and I was about to enter when a familiar voice stopped me.

“Lydia.” Immediately, her yell reached my ear, and my legs came to a stop. Slowly, I turned to see Julia. I lifted a brow lazily. Cold air slapped against my face. All I needed right now was a hot bath, not a conversation with Julia.

“What do you want?” Her face is devoid of any makeup. The light reflected on her face, her lips were pale, and from the way she kept rubbing her hand up and down, I could tell she had been waiting in the cold.

“I want to speak to you. I’ve been waiting since you didn’t allow me in.” She never left.

I pushed whatever worries that began to form in my heart, knowing fully well what type of devil the girl I’m in front of me could be. “Can we talk? I’ll be brief. I just need to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” I said and was about to enter the car.

Her hand wrapped around mine immediately, and she tried to stop me by pulling me back. I tossed her hand away, my eyes narrowed as I looked at her. “Please, it’s important.” I could sense the urgency in her pleasing

tone.

“No,” I couldn’t hide my irritation. I could still feel my skin crawling at her attempt to touch me. “Don’t try to touch me or speak to me, I never want to have anything to do with you,” I said, ignoring the softness in her

eyes.

She stood rooted to the ground, even after the car got kicked to life and started driving away. I turned just before we drove through the gate, and the image of her was now out of my mind.

I massaged my shoulders as I walked into the house. It was past 10 pm, and the twins were already asleep. What I didn’t expect was for the kitchen lights to remain on. I should ignore it, I thought.

But changed my mind, Mom probably forgot to turn the lights on. I walked to the kitchen, and once I got there, my eyes met my mom’s.

She was seated on the stool in front of the kitchen island. She placed her hand on the top and had her head bent down. From the way her shoulders shook, I couldn’t tell if she was crying or laughing.

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