Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 291

Lydia POV

I laughed quietly.

“Seriously.”

I leaned backward.

“How did we do all this?”

I had a company.

Apparently.

A successful one.

I had a house.

Apparently.

Two children.

Apparently.

An ex-husband.

Unfortunately, apparently.

A career.

Friends.

Employees.

Money.

A whole life.

And yet I remembered being a girl who still had to figure out what she wanted to do with her life.

How did I go from that Lydia to this Lydia?

Ten years.

I had lost ten years.

Ten whole years.

I closed my eyes.

Maybe I would eventually remember.

Maybe.

I didn’t know.

But I was tired.

So tired.

I pulled the blanket over myself and fell asleep almost immediately.

It felt normal.

Too normal.

Like this bed knew me.

Like my body knew exactly how to settle into it even though my mind didn’t.

When I woke up, the room was dimmer.

I blinked slowly.

For a few seconds, I had no idea where I was.

Then everything came rushing back.

The hospital.

The children.

Dave.

Anna.

Theo.

I sat up.

My hair was a mess.

I rubbed my face.

Then my eyes landed on the vanity.

I stared at it.

“Wait.”

I got out of bed and walked over.

There were bottles everywhere.

Cleanser.

Toner.

Serum.

Moisturizer.

Eye cream.

Lip balm.

A little tray with cotton pads.

Makeup brushes arranged neatly.

Foundation.

Concealer.

Blush.

Mascara.

Lip products.

I stared at everything.

“Am I doing all this?”

I picked up a bottle.

I read the label.

I didn’t remember buying it.

But somehow, I knew exactly what it was for.

I put it down.

Then picked up another.

My hands moved almost automatically.

Cleanser.

Toner.

Serum.

Moisturizer.

I stopped.

How did I know?

I stared at my reflection.

Then I started doing my makeup.

And honestly?

I did it really well.

Like…

Really well.

I blended my foundation without thinking.

I knew how much concealer to use.

Where to place blush.

How to shape my brows.

What shade suited my skin.

I curled my lashes.

Applied mascara.

Added lip liner.

Gloss.

Then I stepped back.

I stared at myself.

“Wow.”

I laughed.

“Okay, girl.”

Then another.

“You know you’re cute when you’re annoyed, right?”

I blinked.

I actually laughed.

“Was he flirting with me?”

I scrolled.

“Goodnight, Lydia.”

I stared at the screen..

I looked at the screen again.

Then another message appeared.

From Dave.

“How’s my favorite troublemaker feeling?”

I stared at it for a long time.

I didn’t know if I remembered him.

I didn’t know if I remembered loving him.

I didn’t know if I remembered being married to him.

But my fingers moved anyway.

I typed.

“I’m okay. Just tired.”

I stared at the message.

Then deleted it.

Typed again.

“I’m okay.”

Deleted that too.

Finally, I settled on:

“I’m okay. Today went well.”

I sent it.

Almost immediately, the typing indicator appeared.

I stared at it.

Then his message came.

“Good. I was worried about you.”

Another message.

“And before you start acting tough, yes, I’m allowed to worry about you.”

I froze.

I read it again.

Then another message appeared.

“Even if you currently looks at me like I’m some random man who wandered into her hospital room.”

I laughed.

I couldn’t help it.

I covered my mouth.

And somewhere, deep inside the strange, inaccessible maze of my mind, something shifted.

A laugh.

A voice.

A memory.

Maybe I wasn’t completely empty.

Maybe I hadn’t lost everything.

Maybe…

I was still in there.

Somewhere.

And for the first time, I found myself wondering what would happen if I kept looking.