My ex-husband’s nightmare (Lydia and Mason) novel Chapter 186

**TITLE: Worst Fear 186**

My private investigator, Harry, had gifted me a remarkable pen, one that concealed a hidden camera within its sleek casing. However, in the midst of my chaotic life, I had left that precious pen sitting on my kitchen counter, an oversight that compelled me to return home. As I entered, I encountered Lydia bustling around in the kitchen, and despite my urgency, I found it impossible to resist engaging her in a brief conversation.

Settling into the driver’s seat, I glanced down at the pen resting in my palm, marveling at its inconspicuous design. There was no way anyone could ever suspect that such a seemingly ordinary writing instrument could capture video. Once I activated the recording, I knew the files would seamlessly transfer to my laptop. The details of where I would store them were still a mystery to me, but I felt a surge of confidence that I would figure it out later.

With a firm press of the accelerator, the car surged forward, gliding down the road. Soon, I found myself halted behind a pristine white Mercedes, the traffic light ahead glowing a dull red. I let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back against the seat, allowing the weight of my thoughts to settle in.

Victoria was likely already at our meeting point; a little delay wouldn’t be detrimental. Just as the light flickered to green, my phone buzzed, jolting me from my reverie. It was Harry calling.

“Hello,” I answered, maintaining a steady tone as the call connected.

“Mrs. Gloria, you won’t believe who I just stumbled upon!” he exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement.

While I appreciated his enthusiasm, the mention of someone else felt trivial in light of my overwhelming concern for Irene.

“Who did you find?” I asked, my patience wearing thin. I preferred to get straight to the point.

“Why not take a guess? It’s quite the surprise!” His eagerness radiated through the phone, but I felt a flicker of annoyance.

“I’m currently driving, Harry. Either tell me or I’m hanging up,” I replied, my tone firm. It seemed he recognized the gravity in my voice, as his demeanor shifted to match my seriousness.

“I met with Megan,” he said, and I felt my brows knit together in confusion, waiting for him to elaborate, but he remained silent.

“And who exactly is that?” I pressed, my irritation bubbling beneath the surface. I had no time for vague references.

“She’s a maid who assisted the midwife when both women gave birth. She has important information—things that I’m sure you’d want to know. She has news about Irene.”

A chill ran down my spine at the mention of Irene’s name. If this woman possessed any insights regarding my sister, I was desperate to hear them.

I quickly glanced at my watch; I was running just a few minutes ahead of schedule. Biting my lower lip, I weighed my options. I yearned to confront Victoria, to hold her accountable for the havoc she had wreaked on my family, and the potential news about Irene was equally pressing.

“Where are you?” I inquired, urgency creeping into my voice.

He relayed the details, and I swiftly changed lanes, bringing the car to a halt in front of a towering building. Harry was already waiting for me at the entrance, his presence an anchor amidst the storm of my thoughts.

As I walked alongside him, our footsteps fell into a familiar rhythm. He began recounting how he had come across Megan, the maid who had been present during Irene’s delivery. My heart raced as I listened intently, fear coiling in my stomach. With each step, I felt weaker, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on me, threatening to crush me against the ground.

“Miss Megan will share everything with you,” Harry said, halting before the door to the room where she awaited.

My chest constricted painfully, and my legs threatened to buckle beneath me. I instinctively reached out to steady myself against the wall, feeling the cool surface beneath my palm.

The thought that my sister had perished while giving birth would haunt me for the rest of my days. Harry gently placed a hand on my back, concern etched across his features.

“Are you alright? We don’t have to do this right now,” he offered softly, but I shook my head, straightening my posture.

“I’m already here. What’s the point of delaying?” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. He withdrew his hand, and I inhaled sharply, attempting to calm the frantic beating of my heart. The effort was futile.

My hand quivered as I reached for the doorknob, knowing that inside this room was the woman who held the key to Irene’s fate. Once I stepped through that threshold, I would be armed with knowledge that could irrevocably alter my life. The prospect terrified me, but my desire for the truth was far more potent than my fear.

I shut my eyes briefly, inhaling deeply before opening them again. My yearning for answers overshadowed my dread. With a determined breath, I pushed the door open.

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