Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 51

Missed

Dave POV

I was halfway through reviewing reports on our international branches when the investor call began.

Three screens open.

Projected numbers.

Expansion models.

Two men in Singapore speaking in polished, careful tones about market penetration and distribution channels while I mentally calculated how long it would take before one of them said something tedious enough to justify ending the call early.

They did not disappoint.

Forty seven minutes in, we wrapped.

“Looking forward to closing this deal,” one of them said.

“As are we,” I replied.

The screen went black.

I shut my laptop.

Reached for the next file.

Then my office door opened without warning.

Sera entered carrying an iPad.

Urgent face.

Never a promising sign.

“Sir,” she said, “you need to see this.”

I looked up.

“What happened?”

She crossed the room and handed me the tablet.

“Cyn and Iny.”

I frowned.

“What about them?”

Iny is Lydia’s younger sister and I haven’t heard anything from her since my marriage to her sister.

I didn’t even know she was Cyn’s friend.

“Just… read.”

The screen showed one of those gossip blogs that specialized in rich people humiliating themselves in public and calling it entertainment.

Two photos.

Iny.

A giant red X between them.

Classy.

The headline read.

FORMER BEST FRIENDS AT WAR: PRIVATE SECRETS EXPOSED IN MESSY FALL OUT

I nearly handed the tablet back.

Then I saw Lydia’s name.

And everything in me stilled.

I kept reading.

Apparently Cyn and Iny had turned on each other.

Over money.

Of course.

Women who build friendships on strategy tend to end them over invoices.

The article detailed leaked texts, anonymous statements, voice notes, accusations.

Then the real claims began.

My jaw tightened.

According to Iny

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Cyn had inserted herself into my life deliberately.

Not by accident.

Not by attraction.

By plan.

To gain access to what she called premium information.

Corporate information.

Private information.

Strategic information.

My stomach dropped.

I kept reading.

According to Cyn

+15 PS

+15 Py 19

Iny had been the one behind the idea of she frustrating Lydia.

Ranting suspiciou.

Escalating conflict.

Deliberately provoking tension inside my marriage.

And then

The line that made my hand go still around the tablet.

“We only wanted to make Lydia miserable enough to leave. No man throws away a woman faster than one who thinks she’s become inconvenient.”

I read the sentence again.

Then again.

As if repetition might make it less revolting.

It did not.

Five years.

Five years and I had believed what happened between Lydia and me had at least belonged to us.

That our failures were our own. 1

That the destruction had been personal.

Painful.

Private.

And now

Now two bored, selfish women were describing it like a group project.

I set the tablet down slowly.

Too slowly.

My mind had moved elsewhere.

Premium information.

What exactly had Cyn heard?

What had she seen?

What had I said carelessly near her?

How many nights had she been in my office?

How many times had I taken calls around her?

How many confidential documents had sat in view while I assumed proximity meant trust?

A cold feeling moved through me.

I stood and called my assistant.

Get legal its cunference room B.”

She nodded once and left inmediately.

I remained where I was

Still staring at the article.

Still reading pieces I no longer cared about.

Because beneath the corporate panic and legal implications