My ex-husband’s nightmare (Lydia and Mason) novel Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

Mason

Lydia left early. I knew when she woke up, how she stirred and rolled off my hands

She didn’t want to be disturbed, and Irespected her wishes by giving her the space she wanted and pretended to be fast asleep.

As I stood under the shower, I couldn’t help but reminisce about our time together last night…

After my shower, I stepped into the room, walked into the closet, and picked a suit for the day.

Daniel was in my sitting room. “When did you get here?” I asked. He stood up when he saw me. “A while ago,” he said. We began walking to the door.

“As you instructed, I have Lydia’s bag. I will give her the bag by noon.” Daniel said

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“No, I’ll g” My words were cut short by the sound of my phone ringing. We stepped out of the room, walking to the elevator.

“Mr. Woods,”

“Have you found anything?” I asked the private investigator whom I had hired to look into Lydia for me.

“Yes.”

“Alright, send it over, I’ll go through it.”

“If you don’t mind, this may require us to meet.” He said.

I’m standing in front of his office.

In the next three seconds, the door opened. A girl with blonde hair stepped out. She bowed to me, “Mr. Johnson will see you now,” she said before walking past me.

I walked into the office.

“Mason.” He stood up, walking around his table. We shook hands. There’s a table in the middle of the office and two chairs around

Ft.

“What did you find out?” I asked, curious to know what was so important that he had to make me come over to his office, “You wanted to meet in person.” We’ve only ever spoken over the phone.

He pointed his hand to one of the chairs, “Have a seat.” I did. He took the other free seat, and we sat facing each other.

“What did you find out?” I inquired again.

He has a brown envelope with him, which I had noticed earlier. “There is something strange about Miss Lydia, or as we know her now, Alissa Brooks,” he said.

He knows her as my wife, my ex–wife, I corrected myself. Sometimes, it is just so hard to address her as my ex–wife.

“Go straight to the point, Mr. Johnson.” I hate beating around the bush. I watched him and adjusted his chair. He loo! would rather give me a heads–up.

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Chapter 63

“I found out she was still pregnant when she left the prison” I nodded, that wasn’t news. I thought.

“I found out how she escaped.” He said. That was something I was curious about. He said, and then leaned out to give me a photo Holding the photo between my hands, I stared at a picture of Lydia being led out of the prison by a woman. Her face was scrunched up in pain.

“And the woman?” Lasked, still holding the photo.

“I trace her down. She was a nurse over there. But here’s the strange thing.” He added, piquing my interest, “We’ve not been able to find out anything about her, her background, or where she currently is.” He said, I furrowed my brows as I listened to him.

He gave me another photo. She left the country that same day with the lady. So we are sure she didn’t give birth in this city.”

“What city did she go to?” I inquired.

“I’m not sure about that yet, we’re on it. The only plane that left the city at that time had only three locations, was tracking it and will come with news soon.” I nodded and released a breath.

Lydia had told me about the baby’s death.

Thinking about it now, I am tempted to tell him to stop investigating her pregnancy, there is no way she would have lied to me; she has no reason to.

Maybe I should stick to finding out where she went and how she became Alissa Brooks. I was about to speak when Mr. Johnson. said, “She wasn’t due when she left, but from the investigation, she may have had premature labor.”

“Do you think she had the baby?”

“We can’t be sure about that. But we’ll find out along the way.”

“I want this investigation to be concluded next week,” Linstructed. It was getting too long.

“I’ll try my best, for some reason, her tracks are well covered, like there’s something she wants to hide.” I exhale.

If she truly has something she’s hiding, then I’ll uncover it. Whatever it is, it’s only a matter of time before I find out.

“Thank you.” My voice was low, and my eyes were still pinned on the picture, particularly Lydia. I allowed my eyes to rest on her stomach for a few more minutes.

Mr. Johnson doesn’t have anything else to say. This is all he has found out about her.

Daniel stood in front of the car, he had his phone pressed to his ears and was speaking in a low voice, but I could make out what he

was saying.

I closed the door behind me and waited for him to be done. A while later, the door opened and closed.

We held eyes from the rearview mirror for a brief second, and I could see the question in his gaze.

“To Lydia’s. I have to give her the bag.” I said. I wanted to see her, so I don’t mind using the lamest excuse I could think of.

The bag was on the other side of the seat.

I wanted to see what was in it, but I managed to hide my curiosity. Lydia won’t like that, not that she would have four. either way, I kept my hands to myself.

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Chapter 63

I stepped out, the sun was up in the sky, shining brightly and casting a shadow on the tall building in front of me. Before I stepped out, I took off my suit and hung it in the car.

Theld Lydia’s bag as I stepped out of the car and into the building,

People bristle around, and some give me weird looks. Maybe it’s because everyone knows that Kavas is a rival, so they are surprised to see me here.

It could also be because of the bag I held. I don’t care; I just focus on walking inside the building,

“I’m here for Ly–Miss Brooks,” I quickly corrected myself.

“Do you have an appointment?” The lady asked without lifting her head, her hand dancing in front of her on the keypad of the laptop.

I don’t need one to see her. She didn’t reply for the next minute; she raised her head to look at me, to see me glaring at her. The realisation of who I was just dawned on her.

She swallowed and tried to smile.

“Miss Brooks doesn’t just see anyone.” She explained.

“I am not anyone,” I said, lifting the bag I was holding.

“You may not know this, but this is her bag.” I heard myself say, as though the bag could give her any clue of what happened between us last night.

My phone rang at that moment. I wanted to ignore the call. All I wanted to do right now was pay attention to the girl in front of me and have her take me to Lydia.

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