Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 252

Lydia POV

“Have I made a terrible mistake taking you on as a client?”

I frowned.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s seven in the evening.”

“So?”

“My work hours have officially ended.”

“Dr. Sana-”

“Call me tomorrow morning.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Doctor.”

“No.”

“Dr. Sana.”

“Lydia.”

I sighed dramatically.

“Please. I’m having an elder-sister moment.”

Silence.

Then I heard her laugh.

“You are shameless.”

“I learned from the best.”

“You owe me a trip to Barbados after this.”

“Fine.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’ll send you to Barbados.”

“With a spa package.”

“Yes.”

“Five-star hotel.”

“Yes.”

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“Business class.’

olled my eyes.

“You’re becoming expensive.”

“You’re the one who called after hours.”

“Please analyze me before I change my mind.”

She laughed again.

“Fine. Read me your answers.”

So I did.

One by one.

She didn’t interrupt much.

Every now and then, she’d make a quiet sound of acknowledgment.

“Mmm.”

“Interesting.”

“Go on.”

When I finished, there was a long silence.

“So?” I asked.

“So,” she said slowly, “I think you’ve actually answered your own question.”

I frowned.

“I have?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Let’s start with Theo.”

I sat straighter.

“Your answers about Theo are overwhelmingly about comfort, familiarity, excitement, admiration, and how he makes you feel.”

“Okay.”

“You repeatedly compared him to Anna.”

I grimaced.

“Yes.”

“And to a younger brother.”

“Please don’t remind me.”

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She laughed softly.

ydia, that matters. Your brain is giving you a very consistent description of the relationship. You feel safe with him. You enjoy his attention. You enjoy being pursued. You like the novelty. You like how he makes you feel feminine and wanted.”

I swallowed.

“But…”

“But you don’t describe longing.”

I went quiet.

“You don’t describe missing him after he leaves. You don’t describe emotional ache. You don’t describe feeling pulled toward him when he’s absent.”

I looked at the notebook.

She continued.

“Your answer about whether you’d want him without romance is actually one of your strongest answers.”

I frowned.

“Why?”

“Because you immediately said yes.”

I didn’t respond.

“And then you added that you weren’t sure he would want you without the romantic component. That tells me you’re aware the romantic dynamic may be more important to him than it is to you.”

My fingers tightened around the notebook.

“And Dave?”

Dr. Sana’s voice changed slightly.

“Dave is different.”

I swallowed.

“How?”

“You’re emotionally activated by him.”

“That’s not necessarily good.”

“No. But it is significant.”

She paused.

“You wrote anger. Unresolved feelings. Attraction. Trust. Admiration. Freedom. History.”

I stared at the page.

“You also said you don’t have to perform around him.”

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“Yeah.”

And that’s important. Very important.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not describing a man who simply inakes you feel good.”

She paused.

“You’re describing someone who has access to parts of you that are already deeply established.”

My chest tightened.

“Lydia, I don’t think you’re choosing between two equally developed romantic feelings.”

I said nothing.

“I think you’re comparing a new relationship that feels good with an old emotional bond that never completely died.”

My eyes dropped.

“That’s why Dave confuses you.”

I swallowed.

“You’ve spent a long time telling yourself that what you felt for him was gone because of what he did. And understandably so. But anger doesn’t always mean the absence of love.”

I slowly looked up.

I sat there for another minute, staring at the notebook.

Then I closed it.

Maybe I finally understood.

Maybe I had known all along.

I grabbed my handbag, switched off the lights in my office, and walked downstairs.

The house was quiet.

The kids were already asleep.

I didn’t disturb them.

Instead, I slipped into my car and started the engine.

For the first time in days, my thoughts weren’t running in circles.

I wasn’t thinking about how Theo might react.

I wasn’t wondering whether Dave would hurt me again.

I was thinking about how to end one thing kindly before it became cruel.

Theo deserved honesty.

And I needed to figure out how to tell him that whatever warmth existed between us, whatever excitement his attention had created, I couldn’t give him the kind of love he was beginning to ask for.

Maybe I could do it gently.

Maybe I could explain.

Maybe –

My phone buzzed on the console.

I glanced down briefly.

A message.

My eyes returned to the road.

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The street ahead was clear.

e next thing happened so quickly my brain barely had time to understand it.

A truck appeared from my left.

Too fast.

Far too close.

Its headlights flooded my windshield.

I slammed my foot onto the brake.

The tires screamed against the asphalt.

“Oh my God-”

The truck swerved.

I tried to turn the steering wheel.

There was a deafening crash.

Metal folded with a violent crunch.

My body jerked forward against the seat belt.

The world spun.

Glass shattered somewhere beside me.

Then another impact.

Harder.

The airbag exploded in front of me, filling my vision with white.

For a few seconds, there was no sound.

Then came the distant blaring of a horn.

People shouting.

Footsteps running toward the car.

I tried to move.

Nothing seemed to make sense.

My fingers trembled against the steering wheel.

My vision blurred.

And the last thought that crossed my mind before everything disappeared into darkness was painfully simple.

The kids.

Then nothing.