The next morning. Thalassa got up while her kids were still snoozing.

She hopped into the bathroom to freshen up. She grabbed a slice of bread and dashed out the door, munching on her breakfast and telling Evelyn, “Mom, gotta hit the road.”

“Why are you in such a hurry, sweetie?” Evelyn asked, concerned. She watched her daughter rush out.

Thalassa didn’t respond and quickly disappeared into the elevator.

Yesterday she was late for work by ten minutes and Lysander got all bent out of shape about it, even barking at her that Leopold would’ve been a better pick for her.

She ended up working for Leopold’s company by chance. She was nothing more than a secretary.

How was that choosing Leopold over him?

She’d once bragged about wanting to be Mrs. Sinclair at the Sinclair Group.

Lysander’s first reaction wasn’t to have a chat, or ask her if she really wanted to be Mrs. Sinclair, or even give her a clear answer.

just

it clear as day. He wasn’t going to

had nowhere

working at Leopold’s company and Lysander bought the company just to bring

and he turned into a beast, ready to rip her to

Thalassa was genuinely scared.

get to work early, not be late,

the timing was right, she’d quietly slip away where he couldn’t find

Thalassa munched on her bread, she

floor and she stepped out of the

outside. A purple-blue BMW and a

this slightly old neighborhood

this neighborhood struck it rich and

them, muttered

while she still had

Mercedes opened, and out stepped

recognized him and exclaimed,

smiled and greeted, “Good morning,

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