Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 226

The late night conversations.

The board games.

The laughter.

The freedom.

“The bonfire.”

Both children looked interested.

“Why?”

Ava asked.

I smiled softly.

“Because nobody was checking emails.”

They laughed immediately.

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“No clients.”

No meetings.”

“No deadlines.”

“No PR emergencies.”

“No social media.”

I leaned back.

“It was just people sitting around a fire-talking.”

That seemed to impress them.

Eli nodded thoughtfully.

“That sounds nice.”

“It was.”

He immediately lifted another finger.

“Question four.”

I sighed dramatically.

“Continue.”

“Did you miss us?”

Ava looked up immediately.

Clearly she wanted the answer too.

I gasped.

“Not even slightly.”

“Mummy.”

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“I’m joking.”

Eli narrowed his eyes.

“You hesitated.”

“I absolutely did not.”

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

I pointed at him.

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“I missed you both constantly.”

Satisfied.

The boy looked ridiculously pleased.

Then came question five.

The final one.

The most Eli question possible.

“If you could take one thing from the cabin and bring it home, what would it be?”

I blinked.

That one actually caught me off guard.

I thought about it carefully.

Then smiled.

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Quiet

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“The quiet.”

Both children became thoughtful immediately.

“The quiet?” Ava repeated.

“Yes.”

I nodded.

“The kind of quiet where nobody expects anything from you.”

Ava understood instantly.

I could see it.

Eli took another few seconds.

Then he nodded too.

“Okay.”

Like he had filed that information away for future analysis.

Very concerning.

Very Eli.

A few moments later Ava finally spoke.

Unlike her brother, Ava never asked questions rapidly.

She asked questions that made people think.

“Mummy.”

I looked at her.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

She studied me carefully.

“Were you happy?”

The question landed gently.

Not because it was dramatic.

Because it was sincere.

I smiled softly.

“Very.”

She nodded.

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Not surprised.

Jest pleased.

Then she asked another.

“Did you remember work?”

I laughed.

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“Did work remember you?”

“Even more unfortunately.”

That earned a giggle.

Then she tilted her head.

“When you’re older, do you think you’ll still travel with Auntie Anna?”

I smiled immediately.

“Absolutely.”

Ava seemed happy with that answer.

Then came her final question.

The most Ava question imaginable.

“What did you learn?”

I stared at her.

Because honestly?

Who asks that at six years old?

Apparently my daughter.

I thought carefully.

Then answered honestly.

“I learned that resting is a skill.”

Both children listened.

“A lot of people know how to work.”

I shrugged.

“But very few people know how to stop.”

Ava nodded slowly.

Like she understood exactly what I meant.

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And somehow that felt both impressive and mildly alarming.

the time their questions ended, we had already reached my estate.

The car rolled through the gates.

The twins immediately sat up.

Home.

The front doors opened.

We stepped inside.

The familiar scent of home greeted us instantly.

And somehow everything felt exactly right.

After changing into something comfortable, we all migrated toward the living room.

I settled onto the couch.

Immediately.

Without warning.

Eli climbed beside me.

Claimed an entire cushion.

Then announced dramatically,

“Me first.”

I laughed.

“Proceed.”

The boy sat upright.

Clearly ready for his presentation.

“The chef was amazing.”

Of course that was where he started.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

He looked deeply offended.

“Mommy.”

The tone alone made me laugh.

“This is serious.”

“My apologies.”

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He nodded.

Good

Then he continued.

“On the first day he made shrimp pasta.’

“Fancy.”

“It was excellent.”

The boy sounded like a restaurant critic

“The sauce had proper consistency.”

I blinked.

“Proper consistency?”

“Yes.”

I looked at Ava.

“Who talks like this?”

She shrugged.

“We don’t know.”

Eli ignored us.

“Then he made garlic bread.”

“Your favorite.”

“My favorite.”

He nodded proudly.

“Then on the second day he made barbecue ribs.”

His eyes practically sparkled.

“And potatoes.”

I laughed.

“You liked that one.”

“I loved that one.”

Then his expression shifted.

“But.”

I knew there was a but.

“He made asparagus.”

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I immediately burst out laughing.

no.”

“It was terrible.”

“Eli.”

“It tasted like punishment.”

Ava snorted.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was green disappointment.”

At this point I was crying with laughter.

The boy was ridiculous.

Then his face brightened.

“Oh.”

“My experiments.”

Of course.

His experiments.

I should have known.

Immediately he launched into a detailed explanation involving magnets, toy dinosaurs, water displacement, miniature volcanoes, cardboard structures, and a surprisingly complicated attempt to build a prehistoric ecosystem.

Apparently Jay had become his assistant.

Or victim.

The distinction remained unclear.

“And then,” Eli continued proudly, “I taught Jay how to make dinosaur footprints.”

“You taught a toddler?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because he wanted to learn.”

Ava coughed suspiciously.

“He wanted mud.”

“Same thing.”

I shook my head.

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Then gasped dramatically.

Wow.”

Eli blinked.

“What?”

“You are such a betrayal.”

His eyes widened.

“What?”

“You found a new favorite person.”

I placed a hand over my heart.

“Three days.”

He laughed.

“Mom.”

“Three days!”

“Mum.”

“You replaced us.”

Before Eli could respond, Ava calmly interjected.

“Mum.”

“Yes?”

“Speak for yourself.”

I stared at her.

She stared back.

The traitor.

“Wow.”

Ava smiled.

“Fair.”

Then it became Ava’s turn.

Unlike Eli, who told stories like fireworks, Ava told stories like paintings.

Carefully.

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Deliberately.

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Quiet

She explained how she spent mornings reading by the large windows.

How she and Anna daughter, Lily had baked cookies together.

How she helped Jay build blanket forts.

How she found a documentary about stars and watched it twice.

How she spent one evening drawing constellations.

How she and Lily discussed books.

How she won every board game except one.

“Which one?”

I asked.

“Monopoly.”

I laughed.

“Nobody wins Monopoly.”

“Exactly.”

She looked pleased.

Then she quietly showed me sketches she had made during the weekend.

Little drawings.

Trees.

Stars.

People.

A cabin.

A sunset.

I stared at them.

Honestly?

They were beautiful.

By seven o’clock, dinner was served.

The three of us gathered around the dining table.

A familiar routine.

A familiar comfort.

The twins immediately began debating whether dinosaurs would survive modern society.

“Absolutely not,” Ava said.

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“They would.” 1

They wouldn’t.”

“They would.” 1

“Traffic laws alone would defeat them.”

I nearly choked on my water.

Eli looked horrified.

“That is ridiculous.”

“It’s practical.”

“They’re dinosaurs.”

“They still need permits.”

I covered my face.

“Why are you both like this?”

Neither answered.

Because neither knew.

Dinner continued with discussions about school, books, experiments, work, astronomy, dinosaurs, and why Eli firmly believed every household required a small laboratory.

Absolutely not.

Not in my house.

Later that night, after baths and bedtime routines, I tucked both children into bed.

Ava curled beneath her blanket with a book beside her.

Eli already looked half asleep despite insisting he wasn’t tired.

I kissed Ava’s forehead.

Then Eli’s.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mum.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Their voices came almost simultaneously.

The room grew quiet.

Soft.

Safe.

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Peaceful.

Twitched off the lights and pulled the door closed behind me.

Then I walked to my own room.

The day settled over me like a blanket.

The girls’ trip.

The reunion.

The laughter.

The stories.

The comfort of coming home.

For the first time in a long while, there was nothing urgent waiting for me.

No crisis.

No decision.

No emotional catastrophe.

Just home.

I slipped beneath my covers, closed my eyes, and within minutes drifted into the deepest sleep I had had in days.

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Normal life

Lydia POV

I woke up the next morning feeling suspiciously refreshed.

Not normal refreshed.

Not I got seven hours of sleep refreshed.

I mean genuinely refreshed.

The kind where you open your eyes before your alarm goes off and immediately know today is going to be a good day.

For a few seconds, I simply lay there staring at the ceiling.

No anxiety.

No work stress.

No emotional exhaustion.

No overthinking.

Just peace.

Honestly?

I almost didn’t recognize it.

The girls’ trip had apparently done something to my brain.

A miracle.

A genuine miracle.

I stretched lazily before climbing out of bed and making my way downstairs.

Usually, my mornings started with coffee.

Strong coffee.

Aggressive coffee.

The kind of coffee that looked like it could solve international conflicts if given enough time.

But today?

Today felt different.

So instead, I made myself a cup of chamomile tea.

And somehow that felt right.

I sat by the kitchen island with the warm mug between my hands while the early morning sunlight streamed through the windows.

One sip.

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Then another.

And somehow Hélt even more energized.

It made absolutely no sense.

There was no caffeine involved.

No magic.

No miracle ingredients.

Yet somehow I felt lighter than I had in-weeks.

Maybe Anna was right.

Maybe occasionally disappearing into the woods with your best friend and no internet connection actually Healed parts of your soul.

Who knew?

Apparently not me.

By the time I finished my tea, it was time to get dressed.

And that was where the real challenge began.

I walked into my closet and immediately stood there staring at approximately fifty different options.

Then stared some more.

Then stared again.

Ten minutes later, I was still standing there.

“Why is dressing yourself so difficult when you own the clothes already?”

Nobody answered.

Because apparently even my wardrobe was tired of my nonsense.

I picked a navy blue fitted dress.

Rejected it.

Too serious.

Then I picked a cream pantsuit.

Rejected that too.

Too board meeting.

Then a black dress.

No.

Too dramatic.

A green one.

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cheerful.

A beige one.

No.

Too beige.

Eventually, after an embarrassing amount of deliberation, I settled on a tailored ivory blouse tucked into high waisted charcoal trousers.

Elegant.

Professional.

Powerful.

Without looking like I was about to sue somebody.

I paired it with nude heels, simple gold jewelry, and a structured handbag.

Then I spent another few minutes deciding whether my hair looked better down or pulled back.

The answer was down.

Obviously.

By the time I finally looked in the mirror, I nodded approvingly.

“PR Goddess.”

I pointed at my reflection.

“You still got it.”

My reflection agreed.

Naturally.

A little while later, I grabbed my keys and drove myself to work.

The city was already alive.

Morning traffic.

People rushing to offices.

Coffee shops overflowing with exhausted professionals.

Cyclists.

Pedestrians.

Delivery vans.

Normal life.

And for the first time in a while, I wasn’t mentally preparing for battle before arriving at the office.

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I was actually smiling.

Smiling.

Voluntarily.

Very concerning behavior.

When I finally walked into the building, my assistant looked up from her desk.

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Iny

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Then immediately burst out laughing.

I frowned.

“What?”

She pointed at me.

“The girls’ trip.”

I blinked.

“What about it?”

“Lydia.”

She leaned back dramatically.

“The girls’ trip did you good.”

I laughed.

“Did it show that much?”

“You’re glowing.”

“I always glow.”

“You’re smiling.”

I paused.

Fair.

That was unusual.

“Okay,” I admitted. “It did me some good.”

She grinned.

“I knew it.”

Then she handed me my tablet.

“Now that you’ve returned to civilization, welcome back.”

I looked at the schedule.

Then looked again.

Then looked one more time.

“Good Lord.”

She nodded sympathetically.

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“Exactly.”

ighed dramatically.

“So much work.”

“So much work.”

I pointed toward my office.

“Let’s get started.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“It is not spirit.”

I continued walking.

“It is survival.”

The rest of the morning disappeared almost immediately.

One meeting became three.

Three became six.

Client crises appeared.

Problems needed solving.

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Media statements needed reviewing.

A celebrity accidentally offended half the internet.

A company wanted damage control.

Another wanted strategic positioning.

A third wanted miracles.

And somehow, as always, they expected me to provide all three.

By noon, I had signed documents, reviewed proposals, approved presentations, rejected terrible ideas, fixed preventable disasters, and attended enough meetings to qualify for emotional compensation.

Lunch finally arrived.

I was halfway through reviewing a media strategy document when my office door opened.

My assistant stepped inside.

I didn’t even look up immediately.

“Tell them no.”

“Lydia.”

“I don’t care who it is.”

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“Lydia.”

Nighed and finally looked up.

“What?”

Her expression had changed.

Slightly.

Just enough.

Enough to make something uneasy settle in my stomach.

“You have a visitor.”

I frowned.

“A client?”

“No.”

“A journalist?”

“No.”

“A board member?”

She hesitated.

That hesitation immediately put me on alert.

I slowly lowered my pen.

“Who?”

Another pause.

Then:

“Erm…”

She cleared her throat.

“Your sister.”

Everything inside me went completely still.

The office.

The air.

The sounds outside.

The emails.

The documents.

The entire day.

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Everything.

Stopped.

For one long second, I genuinely thought I had misheard her.

“My what?”

“My…” she swallowed carefully, “…your sister.”

The words echoed strangely in my head.

Sister.

A title that suddenly felt both familiar and foreign at the same time.

My fingers tightened slightly around the pen resting on my desk.

The smile that had been living on my face all morning disappeared completely.

And just like that

the peace from the cabin trip vanished.

Gone.

As though it had never existed at all.

“She’s here?”

My voice sounded calm.

Too calm.

My assistant nodded carefully.

“Yes.”

A pause.

“She’s waiting downstairs.”

I stared at her.

Then at the floor.

Then back at her.

My heart had started beating harder now.

Not fear.

Not exactly.

Something else.

Something far more complicated.

Because there were some ghosts you expected.

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And some ghosts that arrived without warning.

My sister had apparently chosen today.

And suddenly I wasn’t hungry anymore.

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Changed?

Lydia POV

Lool.

My sister.

If I remembered correctly, that was Iny.

Wow.

I genuinely had not seen that babe in ages.

What did she even want?

The first thought that entered my head was PR help.

Because honestly?

What else would bring Iny all the way to my office after years of silence?

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling.

Maybe she had a reputation crisis.

Maybe another scandal.

Maybe a company had dropped her.

Maybe she wanted media management.

Maybe she wanted introductions.

Maybe she wanted connections.

Maybe she wanted access.

That seemed realistic.

Then another possibility appeared.

Money.

Not directly.

Iny was too proud to ask directly.

But maybe indirectly.

An investment.