Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Dave POV The flight back felt longer than it actually was, even though everything around me was moving at its usual pace. The hum of the engine, the quiet efficiency of the cabin, the stillness that usually helped me think clearly… none of it worked this time. My mind would not stay still. It kept circling the same question over and over again, like it was trying to force an answer out of me. How did she get access? How did she get access to something that protected? I leaned back, pressing my fingers against my temple, trying to piece it together step by step instead of letting the panic run wild. There had to be a gap. There had to be a moment I missed. And then it hit me, not all at once, but slowly, like something rising to the surface that I had buried without realizing. That night.The corporate event. The deal. The celebration after.The corporate event went exactly as planned. The deal was sealed, everything smooth, everything controlled. It should have ended there.

Lydia POVAs I got home that night, I didn’t even bother with anything else. I just went straight to my room, kicked off my heels somewhere along the way, and dropped onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling like it had answers I didn’t.Because why did I stay?That was the only question running through my head.Why did I actually stand there and listen to him talk about stars?Of all things… stars.Considering everything Dave has done, I shouldn’t even be able to stand in the same space with him, let alone listen to him like that. That man has shown me enough to know better. He cheated right in front of me. Not even discreetly, not even respectfully. Then when everything fell apart, he came back, used me in his moment of weakness, slept with me like I was some sort of comfort option, and still had the audacity to twist the narrative after.Said I used him.Said I got pregnant on purpose.Gosh.That man is so… I don’t even have the right word for it.And yet, there I was, standing besid

Lydia POVImmediately I got home, I didn’t even bother easing into the evening. I dropped my bag on the chair, kicked off my shoes halfway across the room, and went straight for my laptop like if I paused for even a second, I might lose the clarity I had in my head.I sat cross-legged on the bed, screen lighting up my face as I started mapping everything out. Not just random ideas, not scattered thoughts. Structure. Five sessions. Clear direction. Identity first, then voice, then visibility, then pressure handling, then refinement. I kept typing, pausing, deleting, rewriting. At some point I opened three different tabs, cross-checking frameworks, then closing them again because… no, this had to be hers. Not something copied. Not something recycled.I leaned back for a second, staring at the screen, then nodded to myself. “Yeah… this makes sense.”My fingers went back to the keyboard, faster this time. I could already hear her responses in my head, already imagine where she would push

Lydia POV The first morning back at work felt strange in a way I didn’t expect. Not heavy, not overwhelming, just… loud. My mind wouldn’t sit still. As my car moved steadily through traffic, I rested my head lightly against the seat and watched the city pass by, already thinking of everything waiting for me at the office. Five full days away from my usual workflow, five days of pouring everything into one client, refining, adjusting, reworking, thinking, rethinking… and even though it was worth it, I knew what that meant. Work had piled up. A lot of it. I let out a small breath and reached for my phone, connecting it to the car audio. Fake Bitches by Ashley Kutcher filled the car, and I leaned into it, letting the rhythm settle me. There was something about the blunt honesty of the song that matched my mood perfectly. No pretending. No overthinking. Just… moving. I tapped my fingers lightly against my thigh, nodding along, letting myself enjoy that small moment before reality fully

Lydia POVIt was swimming lessons day.I didn’t take them there in the morning, so I had to go pick them up myself. And honestly, if I don’t go, they will remind me in a way that makes it impossible to ignore. Especially Eli. That boy has a way of looking at me like I’ve committed a crime if I’m not present when I’m supposed to be.I drove over there and got there just in time. When I arrived, I saw their trainer immediately, smiling as she approached me.“Hi, Miss Lydia,” she said warmly. “How are you doing? Your kids are doing fantastically well. They’re improving so fast.”I smiled politely, nodding. “Thank you.”Then she added, slightly more serious this time, “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about Eli.”That made me pause.What mischief has that boy done now?I just hope it’s something an apology can fix.“Eli?” I repeated. “Okay, I’m listening.”She guided me slightly aside, away from the pool area noise, and I followed her. Then she started explaining that Eli was showing exc