Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 31

It’s over!

Lydia POV

Silence.

It lasted four seconds.

I counted.

In those four seconds, his face changed exactly once.

Not shock.

Not joy.

Not even confusion.

Something colder.

Something harder.

Something that made my entire body go still.

When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously calm.

“Excuse me?”

My throat tightened.

“I took two tests.”

His jaw flexed.

Then he gave one short laugh.

And it was one of the ugliest sounds I had ever heard.

“You cannot be serious.”

I stared at him.

“I am.”

His expression darkened.

“No.”

I blinked.

“No?”

“No,” he repeated, sharper now. “Absolutely not.”

My heart started pounding harder.

“Dave…”

He stepped away from the desk.

Not toward me.

Just enough to make the room feel smaller.

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“This He gestured once between us, digitet quding inder the movement “Whatever this is”

1xLATT at him

Bears stddenly I couldn’t quite believe we were having the same conversation.

AUX VOICE came out smaller than I wanted.

“I’m telling vou I’m pregnant ”

“And I’m telling you,” he said, cutting across me, “that women do not suddenly become careless by accident after one night.”

The words landed so hard I actually forgot to breathe.

For a second, I genuinely didn’t understand what he meant.

Then I did.

And my face went hot.

Then cold.

Then hot again.

My mouth parted.

“Wow.”

That was all I could get out.

Because wow.

He kept going.

Of course he did.

“Was this the plan?” he asked, voice clipped and brutal. “Get me into bed once and suddenly there’s a pregnancy?”

I looked at him like he had physically become someone else in front of me.

“Are you hearing yourself?”

“You tell me,” he snapped. “Because from where I’m standing, this looks very convenient.”

Convenient

I actually laughed

A hollow, broken sound that didn’t even feel like mine

“Convenient?” I repeated. “You think I wanted this?”

He said nothing

And somehow, that was worse.

Because he wasn’t calming down.

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Ha wasn’t considering.

He was standing there looking at ine like I was some calculating little liar who had finally played her hand.

Tears burned behind my eyes immediately.

Humiliating.

But I refused to let them fall yet.

“You really think I would trap you?” I asked quietly.

His face didn’t soften.

Not even a little.

“I think women in situations like yours have done worse.” 2

There.

That sentence.

That exact sentence.

That was the one.

The one that would stay.

The one that would rot in my memory for years.

Women in situations like yours.

Not Lydia.

Not his wife.

Not even a person.

A category.

A girl with less power trying to hold onto a man with more.

My throat closed.

I looked at him for a long moment and realized, with horrible clarity, that there are some things people say to you that permanently rearrange how you see them.

This was one of them.

When I finally spoke, my voice was frighteningly calm.

“You are a very wicked bastard.”

Like I had walked into his study holding an accounting error.

And this time, I couldn’t stop it.

One tear slipped down before I could wipe it.

I hated that he saw it.

The sound cut through the room so sharply I flinched.

He glanced at the screen.

His jaw tightened.

Then he answered.

Of course he did.

Of course.

“Yeah,” he said into the phone, already half turned away from me.

ood there.

together with pure spite.

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Not again.

Not me.

And definitely not my child.

I wiped my face with trembling fingers and inhaled sharply.

“I’m not doing this,” I whispered to my reflection.

My voice cracked, but I said it again.

This time steadier.

“I’m not doing this.”

Not this humiliation dressed up as marriage.

Not this child growing inside a place where love had to beg for permission to exist.

knew what it meant to grow up unwanted in a beautiful house.

I knew what it meant to keep shrinking just to survive.

I knew what it felt like to live witete your pain was always too inconvenient to matter.

And I was not about to hand that inheritance to my child.

Not for Dave.

Not for anybody.

I reached for the towel and wiped my face properly this time.

Then I rinsed my mouth.

Splashed cold water over my skin.

Straightened.

By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I was still hurting.

Still heartbroken.

Still scared.

But underneath all of it, something had shifted.

Something final.

I walked to the bedside drawer, pulled it open, and stared at the sleeping pills for a second.

Then I picked them up.

Not because I wanted to disappear.

Just because I needed one night.

One full night where my body could stop shaking long enough for my mind to think.

I swallowed one with water and sat on the edge of the bed in the dark.

One hand moved slowly to my stomach.

Tentative.

Almost afraid.

I rested my palm there for a long time.

Then I whispered, so softly I almost didn’t hear myself,

“I’m sorry.”

A tear slipped down again.

I wiped it away before it could fall.

Then I lay down, pulled the duvet over my body, and stared at the ceiling until the pill finally dragged me under

But even as sleep came, one thought stayed with me.

This marriage was over.

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