Chapter 8

• Frank's words hung in the air. He glared directly into Lydia's eyes as if searching for something, and his heart pounded hard against his chest. There was a moment of silence for a couple of seconds before Lydia gazed at him and spoke, "You mean me? Did you not hear my name when you first met me? I'm Lydia Josephs."
• "I know. It's just that you resemble someone I know. You share the same face but a different name and identity," I replied, my voice stern.
• "I think Mr. Lanka mixed me up with someone else. I've never been to Charles State before, and I've never met you in my life," Lydia replied calmly. Deep down, I laughed with contempt. Yes, I am Ruth. I am also Lydia Josephs. I am home. I hated the man standing in front of me with passion. He was that cruel one during that time and left me for dead eight years ago. Though Frank seemed like a nice one during that time, I recognized him. He was my cunning husband who decided to rescue his ex and abandoned me for death. Despite the fact that I detested him and did not want anything to do with him, I had no other option but to be myself to ensure that I did not arouse his suspicion. I did not intend to make him aware that I was alive! Never!