Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Lydia POV“—we don’t wait for public reaction,” I said,, “we shape it before it becomes a narrative.”My team nodded on the conference call.Pens moving.Tablets tapping.Then the door opened.I didn’t turn immediately.I rarely do.Clients walk in all the time.Late. Early. Nervous. Arrogant.It’s all the same.“Mr. Ashton,” my assistant said softly from behind him. “Welcome.”Ashton.Right.I turned my head.And everything in my body… paused.Not visibly.Not dramatically.Just… internally.Because standing there—Was Dave.For a second, I almost lost it.Not in a crying way.Not in a breakdown way.Just that brief, dangerous moment where your brain forgets what version of you is supposed to be present.But five years is a long time to train control.So I smiled.That same professional smile I give every client.Measured.Polite.Detached.“Mr. Ashton,” I said, voice steady. “Welcome to Country Z.”His face did something.Just for a second.Too fast for most people to catch.Not for

Dave POV Immediately after the meeting. Two hours later, to be precise. My inbox pinged. Her team. Efficient. They sent everything. Meeting summary. Bills. Next steps. Clear. Straight to the point. I stared at the screen for a second. Because if I’m being honest? I didn’t hear half of what she said in that room. Not because it wasn’t important. But because… It was her. Talking. Standing there. Looking exactly like someone who had no reason to ever look at me again. Yeah. So this? This document? Helpful. Very helpful. I opened it. Started reading. Slowly at first. Then properly. And somewhere between the first page and the third— I leaned back. “…wow.” Because she didn’t just come prepared. She dismantled the entire situation and rebuilt it in a way that actually makes sense. No noise. No panic. No emotional reactions. Just structure. Clean. Sharp. Dangerous. “She’s good,” I muttered. Then corrected myself quietly— “She’s… very good.” I kept r

Lydia POV A formal strategy session That’s what it was called But it felt like something else entirely Controlled Tight Precise I walked into the room first as always My team followed files ready screens set everyone in position I didn’t look at him immediately I knew he was there I could feel it That presence Familiar in a way I didn’t like “Good morning everyone,” I said calm even Professional smile in place The one I give all clients No exceptions We started I took them through the first layer “Right now, your issue is not just the leak,” I said, tapping lightly on the screen “It’s the narrative around the leak” Slide changed Three headlines appeared Three different tones Three different stories “All of these are already forming,” I continued “One paints you as careless” “Another paints you as complicit” “And the third…” I paused slightly “Paints you as strategic and dangerous” A quiet shift in the room They hadn’t thought that far Of course

Dave POVApparently, being in Country Z does not pause real life.I still had responsibilities. Titles. Expectations.So when my assistant sent me a message that I was one of the panel speakers at a business summit, I just stared at my phone for a few seconds.I didn’t even remember agreeing to it.That’s how scattered my head has been.Still, I showed up.Because that’s what I do.Preparation was quick.A call to my designer. A few options sent over. I picked the first one that didn’t annoy me.Black suit. Clean cut. No noise.I didn’t have the patience for anything extra.The venue was… impressive.Glass walls. High ceilings. The kind of place built to make people feel small and important at the same time.As I stepped out of the car, cameras flashed.Voices called my name.I gave them the version of me they expected.A small nod. A controlled smile. Nothing more.Inside, it was already buzzing.Big names. Investors. Founders. People shaking hands like deals were oxygen.I walked th

Lydia POVAfter that conversation with Marcus, I just lay there for a while.Staring at the ceiling.Thinking… not thinking.You know that space where your mind is full but also blank?Yeah. That.And then it clicked.I need therapy.Not later.Not “when I have time.”Now.Because this whole situation?It’s starting to touch parts of me I thought I had locked away properly.And I don’t play with that.The next morning, I picked up my phone and called Dr Sana.She picked on the second ring.“Hello?”“Hi doc,” I said, shifting on the bed. “How are you doing?”A small pause.Then she chuckled.“Well well… you haven’t heard from me and you didn’t call me.”I smiled.“Exactly. You didn’t call me.”“I dare not ignore the PR goddess,” she said lightly.I snorted.“Isn’t it the other way around?”“Hmm,” she hummed. “Debatable.”There was a soft warmth in her voice.Familiar.Comforting.Dr Sana is… steady.She doesn’t rush you.Doesn’t push.But somehow, you still end up saying things you did