The next morning. Thalassa got up while her kids were still snoozing.

She hopped into the bathroom to freshen up. She grabbed a slice of bread and dashed out the door, munching on her breakfast and telling Evelyn, “Mom, gotta hit the road.”

“Why are you in such a hurry, sweetie?” Evelyn asked, concerned. She watched her daughter rush out.

Thalassa didn’t respond and quickly disappeared into the elevator.

Yesterday she was late for work by ten minutes and Lysander got all bent out of shape about it, even barking at her that Leopold would’ve been a better pick for her.

She ended up working for Leopold’s company by chance. She was nothing more than a secretary.

How was that choosing Leopold over him?

She’d once bragged about wanting to be Mrs. Sinclair at the Sinclair Group.

Lysander’s first reaction wasn’t to have a chat, or ask her if she really wanted to be Mrs. Sinclair, or even give her a clear answer.

straight-up fired

made it clear as day. He wasn’t going to marry her, and he only wanted

had nowhere

bought

and he turned into a

was genuinely scared.

to get to work early, not be late, not piss

quietly slip away where he couldn’t find her.

Thalassa munched on her bread, she contemplated

she stepped out of

cars were parked outside. A purple-blue BMW and a

in this slightly old neighborhood was eye-catching

rich and bought these cars to show off?

glanced at them, muttered to herself,

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