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.

he just straight-up fired

going to marry her, and he only wanted her as

nowhere

and Lysander bought the company

into a beast, ready to

genuinely

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

was right, she’d quietly slip away where

Thalassa munched on her bread,

she stepped out of the

and a black Mercedes were both brand

presence in this slightly old neighborhood was eye-catching

rich and bought

them, muttered to herself, and looked away.

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