The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa gazed at the freshly printed photo of herself and Lysander, her smile shy yet radiant, while Lysander's lips curved into a gentle smile. They stood close together, both looking at the camera, radiating joy from every pixel. The photo was just perfect. It was the kind of image that made you feel good just by looking at it, a testament to their sweet happiness.

Thalassa turned to the photographer with a grateful, "Thank you."

The photographer waved her off, "No worries. You should head on to tie the knot; there's quite the line forming behind you."

"Right, right." Thalassa nodded, acknowledging the queue of eager couples waiting their turn. Their eagerness to wed mirrored her own.

Thalassa and Lysander proceeded to the registry office. After a few clicks and taps on the computer, the clerk printed

them," the

words "Marriage Certificate," feeling a rush of excitement and disbelief. She and Lysander were officially married! After eight long years, she was finally married to the father of her child! It was surreal. The happiness was so sudden, so real, she

momentarily preoccupied, feeling the warmth of the marriage certificate in his hands-a warmth that symbolized their future: Even his usually cool, composed heart felt a stir of emotion. He was really marrieret Thalassa! He had never imagined he'd get married,

The feeling was incredible, like his life had been adrift and now, holding that certificate, he

after all, capable of feeling, of being moved by simple happiness. But he quickly composed himself, only for his attention to be drawn to a single, sparkling tear dropping onto Thalassa's certificate. Thalassa was crying! A twinge of pain squeezed Lysander's heart as he wrapped one arm around Thalassa's shoulder, pulling her close, and took the certificate from her hand with the other,