Thalassa had never once regretted her bold move of crashing Rosalind's wedding to claim Lysander for herself. It was all in the name of love and ensuring a complete family for her children. Besides, Lysander had never really been into Rosalind. Even if they had tied the knot, happiness would've been a far-fetched dream.

"I don't have to report every little thing to Lysander," Thalassa retorted when Rosalind confronted her. "We trust each other. He'd understand why I came to see Leopold."

"Really? You're that confident about your relationship with him? Thalassa, in Lysander's eyes, you're just a stand-in for my sister. Where do you get the nerve to think he genuinely likes you, that he'd tolerate everything you do?"

Rosalind had always carried herself with grace and intelligence, but that façade crumbled the moment Thalassa made off with Lysander at her wedding. The rage never left Rosalind. She had been warned by her parents that Lysander, now wheelchair-bound, would be a challenging partner for life. The thought of marrying someone seen as 'less-than' shook Rosalind to her core.

a long time, she retreated, focusing on self-improvement and letting go of her pursuit of Lysander. She had almost prepared herself to give up on him entirely. But then, news broke. Lysander was on his feet again, not just

man every woman dreamed of: successful, handsome, and

revelation stirred something within Rosalind. She regretted not

of giving up on Lysander. Mired

Thalassa's gaze drifted towards the tombstone Rosalind stood before, bearing the photo of a woman with a radiant

mind, unearthing memories of discovering she wasn't Bruce's biological daughter and rushing to inform Lysander, only to

Charlotte Ravensong.

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