Gazing at the amber hue of her whiskey, Thalassa seemed lost in thought.

"Of course, he poured his heart out to you, so what did you feel? How did you respond?" Hertha, anxious and eager for details, pressed Thalassa for her reaction to Lysander's confession. This was crucial; it could define the trajectory of their future relationship.

Thalassa and Lysander had been entangled in a complicated dance for three years, a dance that had produced four beautiful children. If they could make it work, it would be nothing short of perfect. But the bal was in Thalassa's court now.

Hertha made it clear that no matter Thalassa's decision, she had her unwavering support.

Exhaling deeply, Thalassa's voice was tinged with melancholy, "I dodged the question. I didn't answer him."

question then, and even when Rosalind had teased her about her feelings for Lysander, she hadn't confronted her true

the father of your kids to you, or is there

Lysander probably wanted the answer to as well. After all, beyond responsibility, love was the cornerstone of any relationship. Without it, life seemed bleak and

were soaked in saltwater, both aching and burning. She struggled to breathe, her gaze lifting to meet Hertha's, "I think... I do love him. It pains me to see him hurt, and I get this sour feeling in

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doubt about it," Hertha reassured her, refilling her glass. "The emotions that spring up

her own truth, "Like me, if I followed my heart, I'd be inseparable from Alaric, maybe even

blazed with embarrassment, casting nervous glances around, "Keep it down,

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