Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 130: Long-Awaited Hope

Lydia slowly stirred awake as the morning sunlight peeked through the gaps in her bedroom curtains. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she let out a deep sigh, followed by a soft chuckle. She had just dreamt about her high school days—about Evander.

It had been years since she last thought about those moments with such clarity. In the dream, she was once again the teenage girl chasing after Evander, following him through the school hallways, finding excuses to talk to him, determined to win his heart. She had never really had a dream like that before, not so vividly, and she wondered if it was because of her recent interactions with him. Seeing him again, speaking with him, and facing the complicated past between them must have ignited something in her subconscious, bringing long-buried memories back to life.

Shaking her head, Lydia sat up in bed, stretching her arms before running a hand through her hair. There was no point in dwelling on the past. The present was what mattered now.

Even though she had no official plans today, she decided to get ready anyway. Staying in her pajamas all day, as tempting as it was, would only make her feel sluggish. As she went through the motions of her morning routine—brushing her teeth, showering, and picking out a comfortable yet elegant dress—she thought about how rare it was for her to have a day off. Normally, she would cherish the opportunity to rest, but today, it only reminded her of something else: how alone she was in this big house.

She had everything. Wealth, luxury, beauty, status. Everything—except her son by her side.

Her heart ached at the thought, and she placed a hand over her chest as if to physically ease the dull pain there. How many times had she imagined what life would have been like if she had been given the chance to raise Ashton herself? How different would things be now? Would he look at her the same way he looked at Evander—with admiration, love, and trust? Or would he see her as a stranger, an intruder in the life he had built with his father?

Lydia exhaled deeply, trying to push away the sadness before it consumed her. She had learned to live with this feeling over the years, but that didn’t mean it ever truly went away.

She glanced at the clock. Cedric would usually visit her after work on days like this. He always made sure she wasn’t alone for too long.

Ah, Cedric. The one person who had never left her side, despite everything that had happened. She was lucky to have him. She truly was.

Determined not to let herself drown in melancholy, Lydia decided to keep herself busy. She passed the time reading, watching television, and even doing a little bit of gardening in the back. Anything to keep her mind from drifting into unwanted territories. Before she knew it, the sky outside had darkened, and night had fallen.

Feeling a little better, she made her way to the kitchen to prepare some snacks. Cedric would be here soon, and as always, she wanted to have something ready for him. It was a small gesture, but it was her way of showing appreciation for his unwavering support.

Just as she was setting the food on the coffee table, her phone buzzed on the counter. Lydia furrowed her brows, picking it up. The number was unfamiliar. A random number she hadn’t saved.

Her first thought was that it could be some stalker or an unknown person who had somehow gotten hold of her number. Her heart pounded slightly as she hesitated, but curiosity won in the end. With cautious fingers, she opened the message.

The moment she read the words, her breath caught in her throat.

Her eyes widened, scanning the message over and over again to make sure she wasn’t imagining it. A gasp escaped her lips as tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the words on the screen. Her hands trembled, her mind reeling as emotions surged through her all at once—disbelief, hope, joy.

A choked sob left her lips, though it was not one of sadness, but of overwhelming relief. After all these years, after all the waiting, after all the regrets—finally.

She was so lost in the moment that she didn’t even hear the doorbell ringing. It wasn’t until the sound of the familiar creak of the front door opening reached her ears that she realized Cedric had arrived.

"Lydia?" Cedric’s voice called out from the entrance. "I rang the bell several times. Why didn’t you—"

He stopped mid-sentence the moment he stepped into the living room and saw her.

Lydia was standing there, her phone clutched tightly in her hands, tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with emotion, and yet, to his surprise, there was a smile on her lips.

His chest tightened at the sight of her crying. He immediately strode over, his brows furrowed with concern. "What happened? Lydia, why are you crying?"

For a moment, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she just looked at him, taking in the worry in his expression, the way his hands instinctively reached out for her, as if ready to catch her if she collapsed.

Then, with a soft sniffle, she let out a shaky laugh. "Cedric... he agreed."

Cedric blinked. "What?"

Lydia swallowed the lump in her throat and lifted her phone slightly. "Evander... He agreed to let me meet Ashton."

The realization dawned on Cedric, and his eyes slightly widened. For a second, he remained silent, watching as Lydia trembled, still processing the weight of what had just happened.

Then, without thinking, he reached out and pulled her into a hug.

Lydia didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him, burying her face into his shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut as more tears spilled, but she didn’t care. This moment—this feeling—was something she had longed for, for so long.

Finally.