My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Lydia, the hidden enemy?

Chapter 291: Lydia, the hidden enemy?

The faceless shadow that had haunted his nightmares-the one responsible for Thomas’s death, for his own cruel demise-it had been her all along.

His breath came in slow, controlled inhales, but the fury burning inside him was impossible to mask.

“Why does she hate my father so much?” Ava’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Our families had good ties for generations.

Your father and my father were best friends.

What made Lydia hate my father?

Did he wrong her somehow?

Or is she misunderstanding him€¦ like you once did?” Ava was confused.

No matter how hard she tried to piece things together, she couldn’t understand why Lydia harbored such deep hatred toward her father.

Her only explanation was that Lydia must have misunderstood Thomas-perhaps she believed he was behind the tragic accident that had taken the lives of Dylan’s parents.

But was that enough reason to go to such extremes?

Dylan’s gaze snapped to hers, his eyes unreadable, but burning with something dark and dangerous.

His past and present had finally collided.

He clasped the phone tightly, his eyes ablaze.

He was sure Lydia’s actions were not because of some misunderstandings, but they were intentional.

Calculated.

Cold.

In his past life, she had poisoned him without hesitation.

She had confessed-mockingly, mercilessly-that she had done the same to Thomas.

Yet, despite knowing all this, he didn’t know the actual reason.

“I don’t know either,” he said at last as he handed the phone back to her.

“But I don’t think it’s just a misunderstanding.” Ava narrowed her eyes, studying Dylan’s face as if searching for an answer hidden in his expression.

“Remember the accident back then?” His voice deepened, pulling her into the past.

“Your father’s car had issues-the brakes failed.

That’s why the car lost control and crashed off the bridge into the river.” Dylan’s grip on the wheelchair armrests tightened when he recalled the rescue team pulling out his parents’ lifeless bodies from the icy water.

The pain of losing his loved ones etched to his bones, still overwhelmed him.

Ava shuddered as the memory resurfaced.

She had always suspected foul play, that someone had tampered with the brakes.

She had the feeling that Lydia had done something to her father’s car back then to kill him.

But without proof, her suspicions remained nothing more than a shadow of doubt.

“I’ve been reinvestigating the accident back then,” Dylan added, his cold voice drawing her back to the present.

“We tracked down the mechanic who serviced the car before the crash.

But before we could reach him-he was killed in a road accident.” Dylan’s jaw locked, feeling a mix of annoyance and disappointment.

“Every lead, every clue that could bring us closer to the truth-erased.

One by one.” His voice dropped lower, colder.

“This wasn’t an accident.

It was a perfectly orchestrated crime.” She could still recall the moment when Dylan had warned her about a hidden enemy working in the shadows, manipulating their lives.

Back then, she had brushed it off, convinced it was nothing more than lies to twist the facts, to divert her attention.

But now, she realized the hidden enemy was none other than Lydia.

Resentment burned hotter in her chest.

Lydia was the very force that had torn their families apart.

Because of her, Dylan had spent years believing her father was a murderer.

Because of her, everything had fallen apart.

Ava’s hands curled into tight fists at her sides.

‘She is the root of it all.’ A dark chuckle rumbled from Dylan’s throat, his face twisted in a sneer.

“I suspected someone was pulling the strings, orchestrating our downfall.

I never expected the enemy to be so close€¦ hiding right under my nose this entire time.” His face darkened further.

“Now, it’s her turn to suffer.

I’ll show her what true destruction means.

I’ll make every moment of her life unbearable.” Looking at his murderous expression, Ava’s blood ran cold.

There was no hesitation in his words, no flicker of doubt.

Dylan would destroy everyone who had been with Lydia.

She didn’t dare to tell him about Ethan.

She was afraid he would act recklessly and fall into trouble.

Besides, Ethan’s role in Lydia’s conspiracy was still uncertain.

She didn’t want any more hatred because of a mere misunderstanding and doubt.

Ethan’s involvement in Lydia’s conspiracy hadn’t been proved yet.

It’s just a suspicion.

Swallowing her unease, she forced a soft, reassuring smile.

“Don’t stress yourself.

You need to focus on your recovery first.

That’s what matters right now-not Lydia, not revenge.” She met his intense gaze, willing him to listen.

“I’ll talk to Papa and try to understand why Lydia hates him so much.

There has to be a reason.” Dylan held her stare for a moment.

Then, slowly, he nodded, though the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease.

Ava exhaled a small sigh of relief.

“Let me take you to the bedroom first.

Then I’ll cook dinner.” She shifted behind him to push his wheelchair forward.

Dylan didn’t argue, but she could feel the weight of the tension in the air.

When she settled him near the bed, she forced another smile.

“I’ll go prepare dinner.” With that, Ava slipped out of the room.

Left alone, Dylan clenched his fists on the armrests.

His mind was a battlefield, swirling with thoughts of vengeance, betrayal, and unanswered questions.

Just as he reached for his phone to call Justin, the device vibrated in his hand.

Justin’s name flashed across the screen.

“Hello€¦” “Gianna is awake,” Justin’s hurried voice came through.

“She wants to see you.

Says she has something important to tell you.” Gianna-one of Erica and Lydia’s closest allies.

If she was ready to talk, then she must have seen or heard something that could finally expose the truth.

“Alright,” Dylan said, his tone steely.

“Come pick me up.” His pulse thrummed with anticipation.

This was it-a chance to extract secrets Lydia had buried for years.

Minutes later, Dylan emerged from the room, now dressed in a long overcoat, his sharp features set in determination.

As he wheeled toward the door, Ava stepped out of the kitchen, her brows knitting in surprise.

“Are you going out?” she asked, eyeing him with concern.

“At this hour?” “Yes, something urgent came up.

Don’t wait for me.

Eat and get some rest.” His tone was calm, but she wasn’t convinced.

Ava frowned, sensing something wasn’t right.

“But what about you?” Dylan cast her a fleeting smile.

“I’ll try to be back soon.” Before she could question him further, the front door swung open, and Justin strode in.

His usual casual demeanor was replaced by a grim seriousness.

“Ready?” he asked curtly.

Dylan nodded.

“Let’s go.” Ava opened her mouth to ask something, but they had just walked out of the door.

She stood rooted in place, unease gnawing at her.

“Why did they look so serious?

What is going on?” she wondered.