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

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

was finally married to the father of her child! It was surreal. The happiness was so sudden, so real, she almost couldn't believe it, and tears welled up in her eyes. She knew weddings were supposed to be joyful, tearless occasions, but she couldn't

was 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

life had been adrift and now, holding that certificate, he

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