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.

her, Rosalind appeared. Dressed in a silk nightgown, her hair damp, she moved with a

we should head to bed," she whispered,

hard, her steps faltering, her heart pounding. Rosalind, in such intimate proximity to Lysander, suggested a closeness

a glimpse of Thalassa, softened momentarily before responding to Rosalind, "Alright, help me

pain so acute it stifled her breath. With no courage left to confront what she had seen, she turned and left

outside, tears breached her defenses, the chill night air accentuating the sting of her emotions,

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

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