Gazing at the amber hue of her whiskey, Thalassa seemed lost in thought.

"Of course, he poured his heart out to you, so what did you feel? How did you respond?" Hertha, anxious and eager for details, pressed Thalassa for her reaction to Lysander's confession. This was crucial; it could define the trajectory of their future relationship.

Thalassa and Lysander had been entangled in a complicated dance for three years, a dance that had produced four beautiful children. If they could make it work, it would be nothing short of perfect. But the bal was in Thalassa's court now.

Hertha made it clear that no matter Thalassa's decision, she had her unwavering support.

Exhaling deeply, Thalassa's voice was tinged with melancholy, "I dodged the question. I didn't answer him."

question then, and even when Rosalind had teased her about her feelings for Lysander, she hadn't confronted

in, "Is he just the father of your kids to you, or is there something more? Do you

as well. After all, beyond responsibility, love was

her glass tighter, Thalassa felt her heart heavy, as if it were soaked in saltwater, both aching and burning. She struggled to breathe, her gaze lifting to meet Hertha's, "I think... I do love him. It pains me to see him hurt, and I get this sour feeling in my stomach

YOUR

EPICPLAY

glass. "The emotions that spring up without your control, that's love. The feelings you rationalize, those are

my heart, I'd be inseparable from Alaric, maybe even

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255