All Chapters of Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

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Tickets

Lydia POVT.I closed my eyes.Of course.Of course it was Theo.I picked up my phone and called him immediately.He answered on the second ring.“Good morning.”“Mr. Theo.”There was a pause.Then I heard the smile in his voice.“Lydia.”“When did we start exchanging expensive gift packages?”He laughed.“I was wondering how long it would take you to call.”“You sent me flowers.”“Yes.”“And a designer bag.”“Yes.”“A very expensive designer bag.”“I know.”“Why?”“Because I wanted to.”I leaned against my desk.“Theo.”“Hmm?”“I’m a single mother. I have bills. Children. Responsibilities. What exactly do you expect me to do when it’s time to return this?”“You don’t owe me anything.”“That sounds suspicious.”“It’s not.”“Then what is it?”His voice softened slightly.“Sincerity.”I blinked.“Sincerity?”“Yes.”“Sincerity as what?”There was a pause.“As me.”I stared at the phone.I hated that answer.Mostly because I understood it.“So you’re just sending me expensive gifts to pro

The Laugh

Lydia POVI almost didn’t go.That was the first thing I told myself as I stood in front of my wardrobe that evening, staring at the ridiculous number of clothes I owned while somehow convincing myself that I had absolutely nothing to wear.The comedy tickets were still sitting on my dresser.Two tickets.Two seats.A night away from work.A night away from the children.A night where nobody needed me to fix a crisis, answer an email, mediate an argument, or explain why an influencer sleeping with her best friend’s husband was somehow my problem to solve.And, apparently, a night with Theo.I picked up one of the tickets and stared at it.“You’re making this too complicated,” I muttered to myself.I was.So I stopped thinking.I chose a simple black dress, paired it with heels and a small bag, did my makeup, and left.The moment I arrived at the venue, I realized just how long it had been since I’d done something like this.There was a crowd outside, people standing in little groups,

Honest answer

Lydia POV “That’s actually accurate.” I laughed so hard I had to hold my stomach. The comedian wasn’t even finished. “And why do women ask questions they already know the answer to?” He looked around dramatically. “Ladies, you know what I’m talking about.” The women in the audience started screaming. He continued. “You ask, ‘Where were you?’ He pauses. “He says, ‘At work.’ And you say, ‘Interesting.’ Interesting?!” I completely lost it. The audience was roaring. Theo was laughing beside me, his shoulders shaking. I leaned into my chair, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t remember the last time I had laughed like that. Not the polite laugh I gave clients. Not the little laugh I gave when Anna said something ridiculous. Not the tired laugh I gave my children when they did something stupid. This was different. My stomach hurt. My cheeks hurt. My eyes were watering. At one point, I was literally wiping tears from my face while Theo looked at me like I had l

Urgent dilemma

Lydia POVMy alarm went off at 6:32 a.m.I opened one eye.Then the other.For approximately three seconds, I considered pretending I hadn’t heard it.Then I remembered.Dr. Sana.Eight a.m.Urgent dilemma.I groaned and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling.“Adulthood is such a scam.”I finally dragged myself out of bed.The bathroom light was almost offensive after the darkness of my room. I squinted at my reflection, tied my hair back, and reached for my cleanser.If I was going to sit in front of a therapist and unpack my entire emotional life before breakfast, at least my skin was going to look expensive.I splashed warm water over my face before working the cleanser between my palms. Gentle circular motions. Forehead. Cheeks. Nose. Chin. I rinsed, patted my face dry with a soft towel, and immediately reached for my toner.A few drops into my palms.Press.Pat.Press.Pat.Then came my essence, followed by my favorite Korean serum.I tilted the bottle.Nothing.I tilted it

He’s different

Lydia POV The moment I stepped into Dr. Sana’s office, she looked up from her laptop and smiled. “Ah. PR girl.” I dropped my handbag onto the chair beside me. “Please, don’t call me that. I am actively losing my mind, and you’re talking to me like I’m a teenager who just got caught sneaking out.” She laughed. “Good morning to you too, Lydia.” “Good morning. Now please, can we get straight to it?” She gestured toward the sofa. “Sit.” I sat down, crossing one leg over the other. Dr. Sana studied me for a moment. Then she reached toward the little tray beside her. “Oh, before we begin, I have something for you.” I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds suspicious.” “It isn’t.” She lifted a small packet. “One of my clients brought this back for me. Apparently, it’s tea from an island somewhere in the mountains. It’s not commercially available, apparently.” I stared at her. “An island in the mountains?” “Yes.” “That’s already confusing.” “Just try it.” She began preparing i

The therapist thing.

Lydia POV “He’s new.” “That’s it?” “Not exactly.” She shook her head. “Newness matters, Lydia. Novelty can make someone feel unusually exciting because you’re discovering them. You haven’t accumulated the ordinary parts yet.” I frowned. “The annoying parts.” “Exactly. The boring Tuesdays. The bad moods. The disagreements. The responsibilities. The disappointments.” I thought about Theo. The dinners. The teasing. The comedy show. The way he looked at me. The way he had sent flowers and an expensive bag. The way he had shown up at my house with Anna’s pickles. The side hug. My stomach did something irritating. Dr. Sana caught it. “You like him.” I sighed. “I do.” “That’s okay.” “I feel guilty.” “That’s the part I want us to examine.” She placed her cup down. “Guilt doesn’t necessarily mean you’ve done something wrong.” I looked at her. “It can mean you’ve violated a value. But it can also appear when you believe you might be violating an expectation, even when

That’s therapy!

Lydia POVDr. Sana’s smile became almost mischievous. “Homework.” I groaned. “Of course.” She reached for a sheet of paper and slid it across the table. At the top, she wrote: DAVE vs. THEO I stared at it. “Oh my God.” “Relax. This isn’t a BuzzFeed quiz.” “It looks exactly like one.” “It isn’t about scoring who buys better gifts.” “Good.” “Or who is more handsome.” I raised my eyebrows. “That wasn’t going to be my metric.” She gave me a look. “Lydia.” “Fine.” She began writing. “Tonight, you’re going to answer these questions separately for Dave and Theo.” I picked up the pen. “First: How do I feel before I see him?” I wrote it down. “Second: How do I feel while I’m with him?” I wrote. “Third: How do I feel after I leave him?” Another line. “Fourth: Can I be completely myself around him?” I nodded. “Fifth: Do I trust him?” I wrote that down. “Sixth: Do I admire who he is when nobody is watching?” That made me pause. She noticed. “Good question, isn’t

Stockholm syndrome?

Lydia POVI left Dr. Sana’s office with my handbag tucked beneath my arm and my little sheet of questions folded neatly inside it.Her receptionist looked up as I approached the door.“Have a good day, ma’am.”“Thank you.”I smiled politely and walked out.The second the glass doors closed behind me, I glanced back at her through the window.I wondered if she was going through some kind of romantic crisis too.Was she sitting somewhere after work, staring at two men’s names on a piece of paper and wondering which one she actually wanted?Probably not.She probably had a peaceful life.Ugh.I missed when my biggest problems were work deadlines and whether my children had remembered to put their shoes where they belonged.Now I had two grown men occupying entirely too much space inside my head.I got into my car and dropped my handbag onto the passenger seat.“Honestly,” I muttered, starting the engine.Was I even supposed to be entertaining this?Especially after everything Dave had pu

Cars

Lydia POV“The car engine.”I groaned.“Oh my God.”“You promised.”“I promised we’d talk about it.”“And you said you’d research.”“I did.”“You researched?”“I did.”Eli gasped dramatically.“She’s actually serious.”“Excuse me?”“Mom researched car engines.”“I am capable of research.”Ava laughed.“Okay, Mom. See you soon.”By the time the kids arrived, I had barely finished my second bite of lunch.The door opened.“Mom!”Two pairs of footsteps thundered through the office.I barely had time to stand before Ava launched herself at me.I caught her.“Hey!”She hugged me tightly.Eli came immediately after.“Me too!”“Come here.”Within seconds, I had both children attached to me.My assistant watched from the doorway, smiling.I kissed the top of Ava’s head.“How was your lesson?”“Good.”“Did you behave?”“Yes.”Eli answered at the exact same time.“No.”I looked at him.He grinned.“I behaved mostly.”“Mostly is doing a lot of work in that sentence.”We sat around the dining tab

Younger brother?

Lydia POVYou know what?I was changing my mind.I couldn’t allow these two men to keep occupying valuable real estate in my head like they had paid rent.I had work tomorrow. Two children who somehow managed to turn every ordinary day into an Olympic event. A client who was currently giving me enough problems to qualify as a second full-time job. Bills. Emails. Meetings.And somehow, here I was, sitting on my bed at night, conducting an internal election between two grown men.Absolutely ridiculous.I reached for the notebook Dr. Sana had given me.“Fine,” I muttered. “Let’s just get this over with.”I crossed my legs beneath me, opened the notebook, uncapped my pen, and stared at the first question.First: How do I feel before I see him?I tapped my pen against my chin.“With Dave…”I paused.My mouth twisted slightly.“Weird.”I wrote it down.Then I added:With Dave, I feel weird, but in a good way.I stared at the sentence.Okay.That was vague.Very insightful, Lydia.I moved on

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