My ex-husband’s nightmare (Lydia and Mason) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

The baby, your pregnancy, how…where…” he held my gaze briefly. “What about the baby?” he asked, and I froze, Ladder needed something to hold on to, maybe something to wrap my hand around, anything.

His eyes held mine, but I could no longer hold his gare, so I looked away

It took a while for me to regain myself and all; I looked back at him to find out he still had his eyes on me, anticipating my reply to his question.

I drew in slow breaths, calming myself; I couldn’t let him have any idea that they were twins and that they were his children.

“That’s none of your business, Mr. Woods,” I said, willing my voice to be firm, but I could notice the traces of crack, and if he did notice too, he was good at hiding it.

He dropped his gaze to my stomach, and I adjusted uncomfortably as I was no longer willing to engage in the conversation.

“It is,” he said, shuffling closer to me. “I know I may have said harsh things to you all those times, but I… his breath on my face.

“But you what Mason? I don’t want to talk about it.“I turned my head away.

“At least, let me know if the baby is fine.” I pressed my lips together. His breath smells like mint.

Fine. Since he wanted to know about it so badly, I’ll tell him, “You really want to know?” He moved back. I didn’t look at him, but i knew his breath was far from me this time.

I stared into the night through the window.

“I lost the baby.” My voice was low and soft; I dragged my breath to make it seem like I was trying to hold back tears.

I turned to look at him, but his face didn’t change, they were as emotionless as when he asked the questions.

“Satisfied now that you brought back old memories?” I scoffed at him. He was still silent. I tried not to look at him.

He has always been good at fishing out my lies, and I fear that if he looked at me with such a gaze for long, he would be able to tell that I am lying.

I don’t have any other choice than to lie; I fear he will try to take the twins from me if I tell him the truth.

I indeed have the resources to fight for the twins. I can hire the best lawyers in the world and ensure that Mason doesn’t stand

chance.

However, I don’t want that. I don’t want to have to fight for my children, who were abandoned and almost murdered by their father.

And I don’t want to admit it, but I’m scared of what Victoria is capable of doing to them. She knows that the pregnancy was Mason’s and she didn’t mind. She stated clearly that she doesn’t care about them. That they were better dead.

That she would never accept them as hers. She is capable of things I don’t want to imagine.

We sat in silence for the next minute. Each of us with our thoughts.

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Chapter 56

His voice broke the vlence. I’m sorry, I squinted my eyes, “huh?”

“It must have been hard for you.” He scratched the tip of his nose.

Itilted my head to the side and pushed myself off the frame I was resting in.

Crossing my hand in front of my chest, I spoke, “You know you don’t have to pretend to be sympathetic.” I said.

“What?” I scoffed.

“Aren’t you happy? The baby was after all, your stepfather, and I know how much you despised the man.” I said in a sharp voice

“Well, that was…

I can still remember his words. “That was what?‘ I asked, but he didn’t complete his words, he just stood, but I noticed his jaws

ticked.

He walked into the closet at the side, and when he stepped out, he was holding a nightwear. He placed the nightwear neatly on the

bed.

“Freshen up and come down, I’ll make you something to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” The nightwear was red, made from silk material.

My stomach decided it was the best time to embarrass me by rumbling. “Come down, when you’re done.” And with that, he went out of the room.

Why was it so hard to figure him out? I want to know what’s in his head. What’s he planning? Did he truly buy my word about the baby being dead?

I stood and took off my dress.

Since Mason was out to make food, I was certain he wouldn’t be coming up any time soon.

Everything in the bathroom was the same.

After my shower, I stepped out, whistling under my breath.

I picked the nightwear and placed it on my chest; it ended on my thighs.

What was Mason thinking about picking this? It’ll make whatever I end up doing easier.

Just as I was slipping the nightwear over my head, the door opened, and Mason stepped in; he paused at the sight of me, and I put on the nightwear as fast as I could.

Glaring at him, I said, “The door is there for a reason, Mr. Woods.”

“No need to be shy, I’ve seen all of you.” One side of his lips pulled lazily to the side.

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