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.

their wedding photo, Thalassa and Lysander proceeded to the registry office. After a few clicks and

each of you, take good care of them," the clerk said, handing over the certificates to

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

warmth of the marriage certificate in his hands-a warmth that symbolized their future: Even his usually cool, composed heart felt a stir of

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

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