Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 137: A Mother’s Longing

Lydia sat in front of her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection as she slowly ran a brush through her long, blonde hair. Her hands trembled slightly, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation making it hard to concentrate. She had barely slept the night before, replaying Hugo’s message in her mind over and over again.

Evander is allowing you to meet Ashton.

She had read those words so many times that they were etched into her memory. Even now, she was afraid to believe them, afraid that she had misunderstood, that it was some kind of cruel joke. But no—this was real.

After all this time, she was going to see her son again.

A lump formed in her throat, and she swallowed it down, gripping the edge of the table to steady herself. She had imagined this moment countless times, but now that it was actually happening, an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed over her. Would Ashton even want to see her? Would he hate her for leaving? For not being there? She had no right to expect forgiveness, but she desperately wanted to make things right.

She took a deep breath and focused on her reflection. Her makeup was light but carefully applied, softening the exhaustion in her features. She chose a simple yet elegant cream-colored dress, one that made her look presentable but not too overdressed. She wanted to look like the mother Ashton deserved—like someone he could be proud of.

Behind her, a quiet chuckle broke the heavy silence.

"You’ve checked your outfit at least five times now, Lydia."

She turned to find Cedric leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, a knowing smile on his lips. He showed up this mroning, probably knowing she’d be a mess and would need a few reassuring words.

Lydia let out a shaky breath and gave him a small, helpless smile. "I just... I want everything to be perfect."

Cedric walked toward her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It will be."

She let out a bitter chuckle. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know Evander," Cedric said simply. "He wouldn’t let you see Ashton if he didn’t think it was the right time. You were convinced he would never allow this, but I told you—Evander isn’t as heartless as you think."

Lydia turned away, looking down at her hands. "I know I want this so much but now I think about it... I don’t deserve this chance," she murmured. "I don’t deserve to see him."

Cedric sighed and crouched beside her, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Maybe not. But that doesn’t change the fact that Ashton is your son. No matter what, you’re his mother, Lydia. And a mother should never give up on her child."

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. She had spent too many nights crying over her regrets. Now wasn’t the time for tears. Now was the time to act.

She stood up abruptly, smoothing down her dress. "You’re right," she replied. "I won’t give up on him."

Cedric’s lips curled into a pleased smile. "That’s the Lydia I know."

She turned back to the mirror one last time, inhaling deeply. "How do I look?"

Cedric’s expression softened. "Like a mother who’s about to see her son after a long time."

A small, nervous laugh escaped her lips. "I guess that’s the best I can hope for."

Cedric checked his watch. "It’s almost time. We should get going."

Lydia nodded and grabbed her purse, her heart pounding harder with each passing second. She followed Cedric out of the room, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag tightly. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a dream, that any moment she would wake up and realize none of this was real.

But the drive to the meeting place felt real. The city streets blurred past them as she stared out the car window, lost in thought. Cedric sat beside her, occasionally glancing in her direction but giving her space. He knew she needed this moment to prepare herself.

As the car neared its destination, Lydia’s grip on her purse tightened. She wiped her sweaty palms on her dress, taking a deep breath to calm down. This wasn’t just any meeting. This was the moment she had been waiting for—the moment she would finally lay eyes on the little boy she had left behind.

The guilt weighed heavy on her chest. She had abandoned him, no matter how much she had justified it to herself before. She had left him in Evander’s care, thinking that she was doing what was best, but had she really? Or had she just been a coward, running away from the responsibilities of motherhood?

As though he could feel her anxiety, Cedric gently set a hand on her knee. "Lydia," he said gently. "Breathe."

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she gave a small nod. "I just... I don’t know what to say to him."

"Start with ’hello,’" Cedric said with a smirk. "Everything else will follow."

Lydia let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "You make it sound so simple."

"It’s not simple," Cedric admitted. "But you won’t know how it will go until you try."

The car slowed as they approached their destination. Lydia’s breath hitched when she spotted the familiar black car parked outside. Evander was already there. That meant—

Ashton was inside.

Her pulse skyrocketed, and for a brief moment, panic gripped her. What if Ashton refused to see her? What if he hated her? What if he looked at her with those innocent eyes and asked why she left?

She wasn’t sure she could answer that.

Cedric reached over and took her hand, squeezing it lightly. "You’ve got this," he said. "You’ve waited long enough. Go to him."

Lydia swallowed hard and nodded. She reached for the door handle, hesitating for only a second before pushing it open.

As she stepped out of the car, she smoothed down her dress and took a deep breath. Her gaze drifted toward Evander’s car, her heart hammering in her chest. She didn’t know what would happen next, but one thing was certain—

She couldn’t wait to see her son.