Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 37

Dave POV

Two weeks after Cyn walked out of that restaurant and ended things, she came back.

She stood in my office doorway like she had not disappeared for fourfeen days and ignored every call I made after.

“Let’s start over,” she said.

And because I was bored, because routine is often mistaken for attachment, because I had not yet examined myself honestly

enough-

I said yes. 1

That lasted four weeks.

Then she came to my office again.

No warning.

No apology.

Just my assistant’s voice over the intercom.

“Miss Cyn is here.”

Then the door opening before I could respond.

She walked in carrying a gift bag and wearing a cream trench coat that told me immediately she was wearing something expensive and inappropriate underneath.

Calculated.

As always.

She placed the bag on my desk.

“I got you something.”

I did not look up.

Her heels clicked closer.

“A peace offering.”

I finally raised my eyes.

She pulled out a signed first edition.

My favorite book.

Rare.

Expensive.

Thoughtful, technically.

A month ago, I might have been impressed.

Instead, all I could think was

I already bought it.

I was sitting unopened in itry study

Cyn tilted her head.

“No thank you?”

I set my pen down.

She moved around the desk slowly.

That familiar deliberate walk.

The one designed to make men forget better judgment.

Her fingers slid over my shoulder.

She bent near my ear.

Perfume.

Warm breath.

“I think,” she murmured, “you should let me make it up to you.

Six months ago-

Maybe even three-

I would have folded.

Immediately.

But now?

All I felt was tired.

I stepped away.

“It’s enough, Cyn.”

She blinked.

“What?”

“I’m not doing this anymore.”

Her face shifted.

Barely.

Then she laughed softly.

“Dave, don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m done.”

The smile vanished.

“What exactly is this about?”

Good question.

Because if I was honest-

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That beer die long before today.

I just had not admitted it.

Not even to myself.

The first crack came three days after we got back together.

One of my junior analysts spilled coffee during board prep.

The girl went pale.

Before I could say anything, Cyn laughed. 1

“Can we stop hiring people who learned professionalism on TikTok?”

The room went silent.

The analyst looked humiliated.

Cyn did not notice.

Or did not care.

And I remembered thinking

Lydia would never.

The second crack came at dinner with investors.

A waiter brought the wrong wine.

Cyn looked at him like he had personally offended her bloodline,

“If you’re going to work in places like this,” she said, “learn to listen.”

Again

Silence.

Again

That thought.

Lydia would never.

The third was smaller.

Petty.

She spent ten minutes mocking another woman’s shoes at an event.

Cruel simply because boredom made her mean.

And I sat there listening

Realizing I had mistaken sharpness for intelligence.

Poise for depth.

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“You’re serious.”

“Yes.”

“This is about your wife?”

Because the truth was

And if that was true

Then whatever I had felt for her had never been love.

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I leaned back in my chair

My thoughts went where they had no business going.

Saved as:

Just L.

I stared at it longer than necessary.