Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 248

Lydia POV

Dr. 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.

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“Fourth: Can I be completely myself around him?”

odded.

“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 it?”

“Annoyingly.”

“Seventh: If romance disappeared tomorrow, would I still want this person in my life?”

My pen stopped.

That one hurt.

“Eighth: Am I attracted to him-or attracted to how he makes me feel about myself?”

I slowly wrote it down.

“Ninth: Do I feel free around him, or do I feel like I have to perform?”

I added it.

“And finally…”

She looked directly at me.

“If neither man wanted me, who would I still choose?”

I stared at her.

“That is cruel.”

“That is honest.”

I lowered my eyes to the paper.

For the first time that morning, I wasn’t thinking about flowers.

Or bags.

Or dinners.

Or who had sent what.

I was thinking about the two men underneath all of it.

Dr. Sana leaned back.

“Don’t answer those questions quickly. Sit with them.”

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“I will.”

And don’t show either man your answers.”

Maughed.

“Obviously.”

“And one more thing.”

“What?”

“Don’t turn this into a competition between them.”

I looked at her.

“Because the winner isn’t the man who pursues you harder.”

She smiled.

“The winner is the relationship that allows you to be most fully yourself.”

I looked down at the sheet again.

Dave.

Theo.

Two names.

Two completely different histories.

Two completely different futures.

And, apparently, one very confused woman sitting between them.

I sighed.

“Dr. Sana?”

“Yes?”

“I came here hoping you’d tell me what I’m feeling.”

She smiled.

“And?”

“I think you just gave me more feelings.”

She laughed.

“That’s therapy.”

I shook my head, but I was smiling.

Then I folded the paper carefully and slipped it into my bag.

Because for the first time, I wasn’t going to let the flowers, the flirting, the history, the chemistry, or the guilt make the decision for me.

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I was going to find out what I actually wanted.

And somehow, that felt much more terrifying.

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Stockholm syndrome?

Lydia POV

Пleft Dr. Sana’s office with tny 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 put me through?

There had been a time when I couldn’t understand how someone who claimed to love me could make me feel so

She blinked.

“I haven’t even told you-”

“Whatever it is, discard it.”

“Ma’am, you should probably-‘

“No.”

I took off my shoes.

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“I don’t need emotional surprises today.”

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“There was also a package.”

I stopped.

“What package?”

She held up a small box.

“It’s addressed to you.”

I stared at it.

“Open it.”

She carefully opened the box.

Then her eyebrows rose.

I stepped closer.

Inside was a necklace.

And it was beautiful.

Annoyingly beautiful.

Delicate.

Elegant.

The kind of piece that didn’t scream for attention but somehow demanded it anyway.

I picked it up.

The chain caught the light.

My first thought was-

I’m keeping this.

My second thought was-

Absolutely not.

I handed it back.

“No.”

My assistant looked disappointed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I looked away before I could change my mind.

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“Put it with the letter and send it back.”

She nodded.

“Okay.”

I walked into my office.

And that was where the rest of the day disappeared.

Emails.

Calls.

Reports.

Strategy decks.

Client revisions.

A crisis that wasn’t technically a crisis but had somehow become a crisis because people in corporate environments apparently enjoyed turning simple problems into international emergencies.

By lunchtime, I had already finished half a bottle of water and forgotten to eat.

I eventually forced myself to stop.

Then, as if summoned by my maternal instincts, my phone rang.

“Mom!”

I smiled immediately.

“Hi, babies.”

“Mom, we’re coming!”

“I know.”

“Did you miss us?”

“Obviously.”

“How much?”

I smiled.