All Chapters of Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lydia POVSilence.It lasted four seconds.I counted.In those four seconds, his face changed exactly once.Not shock.Not joy.Not even confusion.Something colder.Something harder.Something that made my entire body go still.When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously calm.“Excuse me?”My throat tightened.“I took two tests.”His jaw flexed.Then he gave one short laugh.And it was one of the ugliest sounds I had ever heard.“You cannot be serious.”I stared at him.“I am.”His expression darkened.“No.”I blinked.“No?”“No,” he repeated, sharper now. “Absolutely not.”My heart started pounding harder.“Dave…”He stepped away from the desk.Not toward me.Just enough to make the room feel smaller.“Do not do this.”I frowned, confused and already hurting.“Do what?”“This.” He gestured once between us, disgust curling under the movement. “Whatever this is.”I just stared at him.Because suddenly I couldn’t quite believe we were having the same conversation.My voice came ou

Dave POV I woke up with a headache sitting directly behind my eyes. The kind that made everything feel one degree more irritating than necessary. My phone was already buzzing on the bedside table before I fully opened my eyes. Europe branch. Again. Of course. For the last forty eight hours, one of my overseas branches had been dealing with an internal compliance issue that should never have escalated this far. Legal was involved. Finance was involved. Three different people had suddenly become incompetent at the same time. So no, I had not been home. And no, I had not had the patience to think about anything outside work. At least, that was what I had been telling myself. I got out of bed, answered the Europe call, and spent the next hour trying not to fire three people before breakfast. By the time I got into the car later that afternoon, my head was still pounding. I loosened my tie and leaned back against the leather seat as the city blurred past the window. And, agains

Lydia POVThe apartment was terrible.Not in a dramatic, rats-in-the-walls kind of way.Just… aggressively disappointing.Small enough that if I stretched my arms in the kitchen, I could probably touch both walls.The paint was peeling near the windows.The fridge made a noise every seventeen minutes like it was reconsidering life.And the bathroom looked like it had personally survived several economic recessions.I stood in the middle of it with my suitcase in one hand and my plant cutting in the other and thought:Well.This is humbling.StillIt was mine.Just me.And silence.I set my plant by the window.Unwrapped the photograph I had carried with me for years and taped it carefully to the wardrobe door where it had always belonged.Then I sat on the bare mattress I had bought that afternoon and stared at the wall.My hand drifted to my stomach.It was still flat.Still easy to pretend nothing had changed.But everything had.I lay down that night in a room too quiet for sleep a

Dave POVTwo weeks after Cyn walked out of that restaurant and ended things, she came back.She stood in my office doorway like she had not disappeared for fourteen days and ignored every call I made after.“Let’s start over,” she said.And because I was bored, because routine is often mistaken for attachment, because I had not yet examined myself honestly enough—I said yes.That lasted four weeks.Then she came to my office again.No warning.No apology.Just my assistant’s voice over the intercom.“Miss Cyn is here.”Then the door opening before I could respond.She walked in carrying a gift bag and wearing a cream trench coat that told me immediately she was wearing something expensive and inappropriate underneath.Calculated.As always.She placed the bag on my desk.“I got you something.”I did not look up.Her heels clicked closer.“A peace offering.”I finally raised my eyes.She pulled out a signed first edition.My favorite book.Rare.Expensive.Thoughtful, technically.A m

Lydia POVThe moment my water broke, my entire brain stopped functioning. For exactly three seconds, I just stood there. Wet. Frozen. Staring at the floor like if I ignored it long enough, my body might take it back. Then another contraction hit. Hard. Sharp enough to bend me in half. “Oh my God—” I lunged for my phone on the couch and nearly dropped it twice trying to unlock it. My hands were shaking so badly I misdialed the first time. By the time emergency services answered, I was breathing like I had run a marathon. “My water broke,” I blurted. “I’m alone and I’m pregnant and I think, okay I definitely think this is labor because something is trying to rip me open from the inside—” The dispatcher, unfairly calm, began asking questions. How far along was I? Had contractions started? How frequent? Was anyone with me? “No,” I said, then another contraction hit and I nearly screamed. “No, it’s just me and unfortunately that remains deeply inconvenient right now” She