As Thalassa stepped out of the car, Alaric's voice caught her off guard, "If you really love Lysander, you shouldn't let minor setbacks defeat you. True love means fighting through the storms to be together." Thalassa's breath hitched, but she continued to move, closing the car door behind her with a wave, "Goodbye, Mr. Falconer."

Turning, she made her way toward the apartment complex. The word 'love' had never crossed between her and Lysander.

Did Lysander love her? He had never said.

And did she love Lysander? The mere thought choked her, a crushing pressure.

She had told herself to let go, believing that being strangers with Lysander was for the best. Now, someone else had taken her place by his side. She should have felt relieved, yet her heart ached with a relentless pain. Wanting to let go but being unable to was the true agony.

Knowing it was impossible but still clinging on was the ultimate helplessness.

Each time she urged him to move on and find another woman to marry, it was like twisting a knife in his

thought she was doing

wronged Leopold, who had even sacrificed his life to

do to honor Leopold's memory. Only by letting go could she truly be free. Owing

Leopold, Thalassa's heart clenched in pain. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

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aunt, Astrid, waiting on the couch, concern evident in her eyes, "Thalassa, what's wrong? Did someone

Thalassa's red, tear-filled eyes struggling to hold back

had passed away, Thalassa and Astrid had grown closer,

in her throat and quickly embraced her, "Auntie, I'm okay. It's just...

a mother's warmth, becoming

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