My ex-husband's nightmare - Chapter 31: Chapter 31

Mason
I held back my laugh. I know she wasn't smart, but I didn't expect her to believe such nonsense.
No restaurant determines a person's life.
“Oh really?” I tried to sound interested. She was, after all, the key to me getting the contract.
The smell of different delicacies hit us as we stepped in.
A man wearing black trousers and a white shirt walked towards us. The interior screamed luxury.
We were taken to the second floor, which was for the VVIP customers.
However, immediately after we got there, a man who seemed to be superior to the man beside us stopped us.
“I'm sorry but this place is no longer available for others.” He said.
I raised an eyebrow. “What?”
He bowed slightly to me, “I'm sorry for the inconvenience.” He said again.
“That's bullshit. I made a reservation.” I said, already on the brink of losing my patience
“That is why we are especially sorry, Mr. Woods.” He bowed slightly.
“We promise to give you the same service on the lower floor.” He said. “The reservation for everyone has been canceled.”
It would have made more sense if they were doing maintenance or something. But now, this was a newly contracted building.
“Someone very important is coming.” he began to explain.
“What do you mean? Do you not know who Mason Woods is?” Julia spoke in a harsh tone. She pushed her hair back.
“Our guests will be here any moment, so please, I suggest you move to the VIP section.”
“I won't leave until I meet your guess.” At this time there were some spectators around. It was already getting really embarrassing.
I kicked myself internally; I shouldn't have come here.
“Come on, Julia, let's just leave.”
“No, this is unfair. I won't leave without seeing who this important person worth getting in the bad side of Mason Woods is.”
“You want to meet me?” A voice spoke from behind.
The man in front of us bowed. “Madam, Sr. " We turned around.
And she came into view. But she wasn't alone. By her side was a tall man. He had his hand entwined in hers.
“Miss Alisa Brooks?”
Lydia's point of view
Three Days earlier.
You are Lydia,” he breathed, “I knew it.” He looked relieved. “I thought you died.”
He drew his brows together, a worried expression claiming his face. I looked around.
He took one step, “Why didn't you reach out? All these years, I was in pain. It was torture for me. How could you do this to me? I thought I lost you forever.”
“Mr. Woods, what are you on about? How did you find me?” That was a more important question. If he was here, then the chances are that he has found the twins.
I pushed that thought away from my head and focused on the man in front of me. There's no way he would have found them.
He kept walking closer and closer and I didn't move. “Was my threat of filing a restraining order a joke to you?” I asked. He shook his head.
“Just answer this one question and I promise, I'll get out of your sight.” He seemed to have regained his composure now.
“I am not interested in answering your question. Take one more step and I promise, I'm reporting you for stalking.” My voice was cold. His eyes twitched a look of surprise flashed through his eyes.
I have never used such a tone on him.
Then, I had been so in love with him that I was practically pushed around. I was that girl who would never speak out loud.
It was partly because I was grateful to him for loving someone like me. An orphan who had nothing. He had everything and he chose me.
So I thought the only thing I owed was to be the best wife. A wife who won't cry even though she was beaten.
But that girl had died in the fire.
“I hope you enjoyed the rest of your day,” I said, and turned to walk away. I felt a hand pull me back, and immediately I turned, my hand collided with the side of his face.
I opened my purse and fetched out my phone.
“Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands?” I said, “And I'm calling the cops.”
He pulled my phone away from my hold. “No, no, please don't.”
I tilted my head to the side and extended my hands, “My phone, now!”
He placed it on my hand, then raised both of his hands above his head and took two steps back.
“See, I'm stepping back. I won't step forward. You are Lydia, right?”
I placed my phone in my bag and held the bag close to myself.
The sun cast a shadow on the building behind me. I pushed my hair back.
“I told you before. Lydia is dead. I am Alissa Brooks. Not Lydia. Why is that so hard to understand.”
He snickered, “So you finally admitted to being Lydia. You, my wife.”
“Ex!” I corrected.
I had failed to correct him the last time, and it had eaten me up.
I won't allow him to make such silly mistakes anymore. “Your ex-wife. Don't get things twisted about me. Mason.”
“Why are you doing this? I know you are Lydia from the first day, but why do you want to be enemies with me?”
I scoffed, “If my memory serves me right, we are not friends. I don't know what you mean by becoming your enemy. You are smart.”
“Cut the crab, Lydia; you are doing everything intentionally, right? You are trying to bring down my company; is that what you want?’
“What?”
Heh heh. He can't even handle a rival. “We are both into the business world. Let's not do that.”
“I'd appreciate it if you don't try to step on me on my way and try to speak to me. If you keep hovering around me, I'll report you for stalking me,” I said and walked away.
“Have you been well?” His voice stopped me on my track. Something stirred inside of me.
He didn't speak in anger, nor did he sound frustrated. If anything, he sounded like the man I married. The man I fell in love with years back.
I clutched my purse; I didn't turn around nor respond to his question; I just walked into the building.
I was glad the twins were not in the sitting room when I got inside. They would have sensed something.
I rushed to my room and stood in front of the window, he was still there standing, “Mason, I have not even started with you yet. Don't get weary easily, else it will get boring.”
I stepped away from the window. I don't know how long he spent standing there. When I went back there to check, he was already gone.
I walked into the restaurant with Marcus, hand in hand. The restaurant was one of his many investments.
He had promised to take me to it. I chose today, knowing that Mason and his fiance would be present. I also asked for the VVIP session to be cleared.
He needed to know that he couldn't have his way as he had always had it.
Julia seemed to be so interested in the person that they booked the entire place thereby leaving them standing outside.
“I believe we've met before,” I was glad I arrived now. One minute later, I'd have missed the entire drama.
“Lydia.” Mason called, and I squinted my eyes, “I mean, Miss Brooks,” he quickly corrected himself. His eyes moved all over my body, stopping on my cleavages, and he swallowed.
I wore a black dress which exposed my cleavages. It had tiny hands and ran all the way to my ankle. It had a slit which ended on my upper thigh.
“Mr. Woods. I didn't think I'd meet you here.” I said softly, Marcus as though on clue, linked our hands together, bringing me close to himself.
Mason grinds his teeth, his eyes following our every movement. When Julia saw me, she smiled and stepped closer towards me.
She placed one hand over her lips. “I didn't know you would be here today. It's a pleasure to meet you.”
“Julia,” Mason called softly.
“I love your dress; where did you get it? I'd love to get one for myself.”
I smiled shyly and looked over at Marcus. "Well, I guess you'll need to ask him,” I said.
Julia's lips formed an oo, “I guess he's your man?” I smiled.
“It's nice meeting you, Alissa,” Mason suddenly said; he held Julia by her hand and pulled her roughly.
“Let's go.” I smiled as I watched them leave.
We stepped into the restaurant and sat at our designated table.
“I finally met with the famous Mason Woods,” Marcus said, cutting the steak.
“Yes. Thank you for playing along with me and coming.”
“It's nothing; after all, this restaurant remains a gift to you, The one you keep refusing.”
“Did you see his face?” I asked and laughed.
“But his girlfriend seems to like you.” I picked a napkin from the side and whipped my lips with it. “She has no idea that you are his ex-wife.”
Marcus kept his knife and fork to the side and wiped his lips with a napkin.
“So, have you thought about my proposal yet?” He leaned into his chair, “Date me. And that will make things easier for your revenge.”