Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 240

Dave.

Standing inside her house.

My chest tightened instantly.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Lydia looked from me to Dave.

Dave looked from me to Lydia.

And suddenly…

I understood exactly why Anna had sounded far too pleased with herself on the phone.

She had known.

That woman had absolutely known.

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The acquisition had consumed the better part of my month.

Every day seemed to begin with another meeting and end with another document waiting for my signature. We were upgrading several of our internal systems at the same time, which meant dealing with engineers, consultants, lawyers, investors, department heads, and enough technical jargon to make me question whether I had accidentally enrolled in another university degree. On top of that, government approval was still hanging over the entire project, and anyone who had ever dealt with government processes knew exactly what that meant: paperwork, meetings, revisions, more paperwork, and the occasional phone call that somehow created three more problems instead of solving the original one.

I should have been focused entirely on it.

Instead, there was a date sitting quietly at the back of my mind.

This month.

I was seeing my children this month.

I didn’t care how complicated the acquisition became. I didn’t care how many meetings needed to be rearranged or how many executives complained about my schedule. I had already gone too long without physically seeing them, and the longer it went, the more uncomfortable the distance became.

By the fourth consecutive night of leaving the office after midnight, my assistant finally stood in front of my desk with both hands on her hips.

“Sir.”

I looked up from the contract in front of me.

“Yes?”

“You need to slow down.”

I glanced at the clock.

“I’m fine.”

“You’ve said that for three days.”

“Because I am.”

She looked unconvinced.

“You’ve had coffee four times today.”

“Five.’

“That isn’t helping your argument.”

I almost smiled.

She pointed toward the stack of documents beside me. “You’ve been working like you’re trying to personally finish the entire acquisition before sunrise. If you keep going at this pace, you’re going to injure yourself.”

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“I need to be done.”

(ou need to sleep.”

“I need to see my kids.”

The words came out before I could soften them.

She paused.

I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my tired eyes.

“They’ve been waiting for me.”

There wasn’t much else to say after that.

Because that was the truth beneath all the frantic work.

I missed them.

I missed their voices, their ridiculous questions, their arguments over who got to sit beside me, their endless stories about school. I missed the way Ava could somehow turn a simple conversation into a twenty-minute lecture about something she had learned, and I missed Eli asking questions that made me wonder where children found the energy to be curious about everything.

And, if I was being completely honest with myself…

Maybe I missed Lydia too.

I wasn’t ready to say that aloud.

Not even to myself.

But the thought had been there ever since our last call.

I’d heard her voice in the background while speaking to the children, and something about it had unsettled me. It had reminded me of things I had spent years trying not to think about.

Home.

Family.

A life I had once assumed would always be mine.

Maybe I wasn’t simply trying to get back to my children.

Maybe some part of me wanted my life back.

My old life.

Our life.

I shook my head and forced myself back to the document in front of me.

One thing at a time.

Finish the acquisition.

Get the approval.

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Go home.

emy kids.

Everything else could wait.

At least, that was what I told myself.

A few days later, I called my best friend during one of the rare moments when my schedule wasn’t actively trying

to kill me.

He answered on the second ring.

“Finally.”

I frowned.

“What?”