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

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

nowhere

and Lysander bought the company

he turned into

was genuinely scared.

to work early, not be late, not piss him off.

slip away where he

Thalassa munched on her bread,

she stepped out of the apartment building.

outside. A purple-blue BMW and a black Mercedes were both brand

this slightly old neighborhood

it rich and bought these cars to show off?

muttered to

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