Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 295

Anna POV

So we got into the car.

And before anybody says anything, yes, we put on our seatbelts.

I may be insane, but I’m not completely insane.

There are levels.

The kids didn’t know what we were actually doing either. We had simply told them we were going for a stroll, which, in hindsight, was probably the most suspiciously vague explanation I could have given them.

But they didn’t question it.

They had gone upstairs, and apparently Dave was in his room having a meeting with some clients.

Which, honestly, was very on brand for him.

These are the cons of being surrounded by all these business-driven, super-duper, ridiculously busy men. There was always a meeting. Always a call. Always a proposal. Always some acquisition, client, document, contract, whatever.

Like, sir.

Your ex wife forgot ten years of her life.

Could you perhaps close the laptop for five minutes?

But that was that.

Of course, I wasn’t going to complain too much because, in a way, his meeting meant he wasn’t around to ask where we were actually going.

So we got into the car.

I started the engine.

Lydia buckled herself in and adjusted the seat.

“Ready?”

She looked at me.

“For a stroll?”

“Yes.”

“In a car?”

“Don’t overthink it.”

She laughed.

“I’ve been overthinking my entire existence for the past week.”

“Fair.”

I connected my phone to the car.

And immediately, music filled the car.

I started with Love You From a Distance, then Too Much of a Good Thing, then Bloom.

Lydia was quiet for a moment.

Then she started tapping her fingers against her thigh.

I smiled.

“See?”

“See what?”

“You like it.”

“I do.”

“Your taste is still intact.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Apparently.”

Then B4 B4 by Fola came on.

Her entire face changed.

“Oh.”

I looked at her.

“What?”

“I like this.”

I laughed.

“That’s Fola.”

“Fola?”

“Yes.”

“He sings really well.”

“You loved him before.”

She went quiet.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

She looked out of the window.

“I don’t remember that.”

“I know.”

There was a tiny sadness in her voice.

I quickly reached for the volume and turned it up.

“Well, apparently your brain forgot, but your ears didn’t.”

She laughed.

“That’s actually a good thing.”

“Exactly.”

We vibed for a while.

Then I played caricature.

Lydia immediately turned toward me.

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“Put on more of this guy.”

I burst out laughing.

“Okay, so we’re officially back.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

That shut me up.

For a moment, neither of us said anything.

The city moved around us, lights passing through the windows as the evening settled in. The music was still playing, but somehow it felt quieter.

Lydia leaned her head against the seat.

“Anna?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

She took a breath.

“This whole thing is crazy.”

I glanced at her.

“The memory thing?”

She nodded.

“I mean…” She looked down at her hands. “It’s not just that I don’t remember people. I don’t remember me.”

I didn’t interrupt.

She continued.

“I know my name. I know certain things about myself. I know I like certain music. I know I apparently work in PR. I know I have a house. I know I have children.”

She swallowed.

“But all of that feels like information somebody gave me.”

My chest tightened.

“Like I’m reading somebody else’s biography.”

I nodded slowly.

“That’s what it feels like?”

“Yeah.”

She looked through the window.

“Everybody looks at me like I’m supposed to know them.”

Her voice became quieter.

“And I look at them and I’m trying so hard to find something. Anything.”

She laughed weakly.

“Sometimes I even feel something. Like with you. With Theo. With the kids. Even with Dave sometimes.”

She paused.

“But then my brain doesn’t give me anything.”

I reached across and squeezed her hand.

“I know.”

“I hate that.”

“I know.”

“I feel like a stranger in my own life.”

That one hurt.

I squeezed her hand again.

“You don’t have to figure everything out right now.”

“But I want to.”

“I know.”

“I want to know why Ava knows exactly how I take my tea. Why Eli knows what songs I sing when I’m cooking. Why Theo looks at me like I’m supposed to mean something to him.”

She shook her head.

“And Dave…”

She didn’t finish.

I didn’t ask.

Instead, I said, “You know, we can see Dr. Sana again.”

She looked at me.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow. Or whenever you’re comfortable.”

She thought about it.

“I think I’d actually like that.”

“You would?”

“Yeah.”

She smiled faintly.

And that’s when I thought—

This is it.

She was relaxed.

She trusted me.

She was comfortable.

Maybe…

Maybe this could work.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

And somewhere in the back of my mind, that tiny reasonable voice returned.

Anna, don’t.

I ignored it.

The next few moments happened much faster than I expected.

The road changed.

Everything became confusing.

There was sudden movement ahead of us, a burst of panic, and Lydia’s relaxed expression disappeared.

“Anna?”

I reacted instinctively.

“Wait—”

“ANNA!”

She grabbed at the seatbelt.

“What’s happening?!”

“I know!”

She stared at me in disbelief.

“You are insane.”

“I know.”

“Who does this?!”

“I don’t know!”

“You!”

“Okay, yes, me!”

She tried to sit up and immediately groaned.

“Don’t move too quickly.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Lydia—”

“I’m going to sue you.”

I blinked.

“What?”

“I’m suing you.”

“For what?”

She stared at me.

“Attempted murder.”

I covered my face.

“Oh my God.”

“You nearly killed me.”

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m serious.”

“I know!”

“I’m calling a lawyer.”

“Lydia, please.”

“You have officially lost your mind.”

“I was trying to help you remember!”

She stopped.

“What?”

I swallowed.

“I thought if we recreated what happened, maybe something would come back.”

Her expression went blank.

Then she stared at me.

“You recreated my accident?”

I nodded slowly.

She closed her eyes.

“Oh my God.”

“I’m sorry.”

She opened her eyes again.

“Anna.”

“Hmm?”

“Never.”

“What?”

“Ever.”

She pointed weakly at me.

“Try something like this again.”

I nodded rapidly.

“Okay.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“I don’t care if I remember my entire life tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t care if I remember you, Dave, Theo, the children, my PR company, my first boyfriend, my last boyfriend, my childhood goldfish—”

“You didn’t have a goldfish.”

“I don’t care!”

“Okay.”

She took a shaky breath.

Then, despite everything, she started laughing.

I stared at her.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t know.”

She laughed again, shaking her head.

“You’re actually insane.”

I laughed too, partly because she was laughing and partly because I was still terrified.

And then I looked at her properly.

She was alive.

She was conscious.

She was here.

That was all I cared about.

But deep down, beneath all the relief and embarrassment and the knowledge that I was probably going to receive the longest lecture of my life from Dr. Sana, one question remained.

Had it worked?

Because for the first time since Lydia woke up…

I couldn’t tell whether the look in her eyes was just anger.

Or whether somewhere behind it—

something had finally come back.