Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 69: Dream That Won’t Come True

Lydia’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as her car sped through the quiet streets. Her jaw was clenched, and her chest felt heavy with frustration and hurt. She didn’t even remember most of the drive home; her mind was too clouded by everything that had happened. It was a miracle she had managed to get there in one piece.

As her house came into view, she noticed another car parked in the driveway—a familiar one. For the first time that evening, her lips twitched into a small smile.

Of course, he’d be here, she thought, shaking her head.

She parked behind the other car and got out quickly. She didn’t even bother to fish for her keys. The door was already unlocked.

With a soft sigh, she pushed it open and stepped inside, made her way toward the kitchen, following the faint scent of something delicious.

When she entered the kitchen, her breath hitched.

The dining table was set beautifully with plates of food that looked like they’d been taken straight from a restaurant. A pair of candles flickered softly, painting the room in cozy shades of gold. A vase of bright flowers—roses, lilies, and daisies—sat proudly in the middle of the table.

Lydia walked over to the table, her fingers brushing the petals of the flowers. She leaned in to smell them, closing her eyes as their sweet fragrance filled her senses.

But then, she felt it.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her gently into a familiar embrace. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. The warmth, the firm yet comforting hold—it was Cedric.

"You’re getting comfortable trespassing in my house," she said dryly, though her voice carried a hint of amusement.

Cedric chuckled softly, the sound rumbling against her back. "Is it trespassing if you’re the one who you gave me permission?"

She turned around to face him, arching an eyebrow. "Cedric," she groaned, rolling her eyes for effect.

He stood there, grinning at her like a mischievous child caught in the act. His rugged features were softened in the glow, his brown hair slightly tousled as though he’d run his fingers through it one too many times. His hazel eyes held a playful glint, but there was something else there too—concern, perhaps?

"I just wanted to make you dinner," he said innocently, spreading his hands. "Is that so wrong?"

Lydia sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips. "No, of course not," she admitted, glancing back at the table.

But as her eyes lingered on the flowers, her smile faltered. Her fingers absently brushed the edge of the vase, her thoughts turning back to the events of the day.

Cedric noticed immediately. His brow furrowed as he stepped closer. "What’s wrong? Don’t you like the flowers?"

Lydia shook her head quickly. "No, they’re beautiful. I love them."

"Then what is it?" he pressed.

She hesitated, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "It’s about Evander and Ashton," she said quietly.

Cedric waited, his expression patient. He didn’t push her, but the silence between them invited her to continue.

"It’s bad," Lydia finally admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "I didn’t get to see Ashton."

Cedric’s expression softened, but he said nothing, knowing there was more to her story.

Lydia took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Evander wouldn’t let me," she said, her words spilling out faster now. "He said it wasn’t going to happen. He kept digging into the past, throwing everything I’ve done wrong in my face. And I—" She paused, her voice breaking slightly. "I admitted I was wrong. I apologized. I begged him, Cedric. I begged him to let me see my son."

Her shoulders dropped as she pressed her fingers to her temple, clearly overwhelmed. Cedric reached out, his hand resting gently on her shoulder.

"It’s going to be fine," he said softly. "You just need to take baby steps. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy."

"I know," Lydia said, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced around the room, her gaze landing on the table, the flowers, the candles. "But I thought... I thought things would be okay by now. I bought this house, Cedric." She gestured around her, her voice growing louder with each word. "I bought this house so Ashton could come visit, so he’d have a place where he’d feel comfortable, where he could stay over."

She shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "But it seems like that was just my beautiful little daydream. A fantasy that’s never going to happen."

Cedric stepped closer, his hands gripping her shoulders firmly. "Where’s the Lydia I know? The one who doesn’t know how to give up?"

Lydia looked up at him, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the wave of emotion threatening to overtake her.

He gave her a small smile, his voice softening. "You’re stronger than this. You always have been."

Lydia sighed, the words hitting her harder than she expected. Cedric’s voice pulled her back. "You’ve come so far, Lydia. Don’t let this stop you."

She looked up at him, studying his face. Cedric wasn’t just her friend; he was Evander’s too. That fact wasn’t lost on her. He had made it clear from the beginning that he wouldn’t take sides.

"I know you’re right," she said finally, her voice soft and hesitant. "But it’s hard, Cedric. So hard."

He nodded, his expression understanding. "I know it is. But you’re not alone in this."

Lydia managed a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Thanks," she said quietly.

Cedric gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before letting his hands fall to his sides. He glanced at the table, then back at her, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "Now, are we going to eat this dinner, or are you going to let my hard work go to waste?"

Lydia laughed softly, shaking her head. "Let’s eat," she said, her tone lighter than before.

As they took their seats, she felt like she could breathe a bit easier. She didn’t know what was next, but for now, Cedric’s presence was enough to make her believe things might change.