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

going to marry her, and he only wanted her

had nowhere to run.

working at Leopold’s company and Lysander bought the

late and he turned into a beast, ready to rip her to

genuinely scared.

work early, not be late, not

the timing was right, she’d quietly slip

her bread,

floor and she stepped out of the apartment

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

in this slightly old neighborhood was

in this neighborhood struck it rich and bought these

glanced at them, muttered to herself,

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