Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 118: His Explanation

Morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains in Lydia’s bedroom, but its warmth did little to chase away the icy dread that gripped her heart. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the floor. Cedric’s words from the night before echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Evander is married.

She ran a hand through her tousled hair, the ache in her chest growing heavier with every passing moment. How could she not have known? How could Evander, the father of her child, have kept something like this hidden? Cedric wasn’t the type to lie, but Lydia needed to hear the truth from Evander himself. She couldn’t accept it until she did.

Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone on the nightstand. She hesitated, staring at the screen, then tossed it aside with a frustrated sigh. No calls, no texts. This isn’t something I can handle over the phone.

Making up her mind, Lydia rose and dressed quickly. She threw on a long coat and sunglasses, her attempt at anonymity as she prepared to face the man who had shattered her heart. She didn’t bother with breakfast; her stomach churned too violently for food. Instead, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door, determination etched into her features.

The drive to Evander’s company was a blur. Lydia’s thoughts raced as she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white. She rehearsed what she would say, though the words felt inadequate. Her emotions churned—a volatile mix of anger, hurt, and desperation.

When she pulled into the parking lot, she scanned the area, her nerves fraying. She didn’t even know if he would be there. But then, as if fate had intervened, she spotted a familiar figure.

Hugo.

He stood near a sleek black car, his sharp suit impeccable as always. Lydia hesitated for a moment, adjusting her sunglasses before stepping out of her car. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, her head down as she approached him.

"Hugo," she called, her voice slightly hoarse. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The man turned, his expression shifting from mild confusion to surprise. "Lydia? Is that you?"

Lydia offered a small, strained smile. "I’m glad you still remember me."

Hugo stepped closer, his brows knitting together in concern. "Of course, I remember you. What are you doing here?"

Before she could answer, Hugo sighed, as if the realization had just hit him. "Ah, of course. You’re here to see Evander."

"That’s right," Lydia confirmed, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.

Hugo’s expression hardened, and he shook his head. "I’m sorry, Lydia, but I can’t let you see him."

Her jaw tightened, and she straightened her posture. "I need to talk to him, Hugo. This is important."

"It doesn’t matter how important you think it is," Hugo replied firmly. "Evander doesn’t want to see you. I can’t go against his wishes."

Lydia took a step closer, her voice rising slightly. "Hugo, I didn’t come all this way to be turned away at the door. I need to see him."

Hugo sighed, running a hand down his face. "Lydia, please don’t make this harder than it has to be. Go home."

"No," she snapped, her frustration boiling over. "I’m not leaving until I can talk to him. You can’t just expect me to walk away without answers."

She had known from the start that seeing Evander wouldn’t be easy—nothing about him ever was. He was a fortress of secrets, guarded by walls thicker than she’d ever imagined. But that didn’t mean she’d just walk away.

Her fists clenched at her sides as she stared past Hugo, her thoughts racing. How could he expect her to go home, to act as though this didn’t matter?

No. She couldn’t rest until she got the truth. Until she looked Evander in the eye and demanded the explanations he owed her. Whatever walls he’d built around himself, she’d find a way to tear them down.

The tension between them was thick. Hugo opened his mouth to reply, but another voice cut through the charged air like a blade.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Lydia’s heart lurched as she turned to see Evander striding toward them. His expression was cold, his piercing eyes narrowing as they locked onto hers. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, every inch the composed businessman, but the hardness in his gaze was unmistakable.

"You," he said, his tone clipped. "What are you doing here?"

She met his glare, refusing to back down. "We need to talk."

Evander crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. "No, we don’t. There’s nothing more to discuss."

"Yes, there is!" Lydia shot back, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "You owe me an explanation."

"I owe you nothing," Evander said, his tone colder than she had ever heard it. He turned on his heel, gesturing for Hugo to follow. "Hugo, let’s go."

But Lydia wasn’t about to give up. She hurried after him, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. "Evander, don’t you dare walk away from me!"

He stopped abruptly and turned, his glare sharp enough to cut. "Don’t make a scene, Lydia."

"Then stop running from me!" she fired back, her voice rising. "You can’t just brush me off like this. I deserve to know the truth."

Evander’s eyes flashed with annoyance, but before he could respond, Hugo stepped between them, holding up a hand. "Both of you, calm down," he said firmly, his tone soothing yet authoritative. He looked at Evander. "Why don’t you just hear her out? Let her say what she needs to say. It’ll be easier for everyone. But not here, okay."

Evander sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. For a moment, he said nothing, and the silence stretched thin between them. Finally, he dropped his hand and glanced at Hugo, then back at Lydia.

"Fine," he said flatly. "But make it quick."

Lydia’s chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing. The confrontation was far from over, but at least she had his attention now. She followed the two men into the building, her heart pounding as she prepared to face whatever truth awaited her.