En route to Royal Estates, Thalassa rehearsed her apology to Lysander in her mind, trying to untangle the misunderstanding that had lingered between them for years. She had once wrongfully accused him of being behind her mother's demise, a plot actually orchestrated by Callum, leaving Lysander unfairly blamed. She knew she owed him an apology for her coldness.

Feeling somewhat prepared, her car pulled up at the gates of Royal Estates. Stepping out, she approached the security guard, "I'm Thalassa, I need to see Lysander."

"Ms. Everhart, please come in," the guard replied, respectfully ushering her through.

To Thalassa's surprise, her access to Royal Estates remained unrestricted. The mansion's doors stood welcomingly open, light spilling out into the night, creating a beacon of warmth in the darkness.

couch, her heart began to race, but before words could escape her, Rosalind appeared. Dressed in a silk nightgown, her hair damp, she moved with a grace that captivated the room, settling beside Lysander with a familiarity that spoke volumes. Her gaze on him was filled with an

bed," she whispered, her voice a melody of

sight struck Thalassa hard, her steps faltering, her heart pounding. Rosalind,

softened momentarily before responding to Rosalind, "Alright, help

heart, her pain so acute it stifled her breath. With no courage left

night air accentuating the sting of

between Lysander and Rosalind, rendering her intentions meaningless. Lysander's life had moved on, with or

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