LOGIN3RD POV:The invitation arrived on a rainy Tuesday afternoon while Thalassa was sitting at her kitchen table, sipping tea and working on a chapter for her new book. A young boy working for a local courier service had knocked on her door, handed her a flat package wrapped in dark blue paper, and asked her to sign a paper clipboard before running back down the stairs.When she brought the package inside and carefully tore open the wrapping, a thick cream card stock fell out onto the wooden table. It was an official invite to the Annual Deveraux Foundation Charity Gala.It was easily the biggest, most talked about social event of the entire season. It was the one single night of the year where every socialite, every wealthy business mogul, and every wannabe in the city fought tooth and nail for a seat at a table. It was the exact room where public reputations were casually made or completely destroyed, where family alliances were forged or broken over champagne, and where the elite
THALASSA'S POV:I felt my heart skip a beat and start to knock faster against my ribs. "What is it?"He turned around completely to face me. His eyes were steady, and his face was open and completely honest with me."Cassian is pursuing you hard," Alaric said gently. "He is begging you for a second chance every day. He is telling you that he has changed, that he finally sees who you are, and that he wants you back in his life. And I just need to know... how do you honestly feel about all of it?"I stood there and stared at him for a second. "What do you mean?""I mean, do you still love him deep down?" Alaric asked, his voice steady despite the weight of the question. "Does any small part of you want to go back to him and try again?"The question hung heavy in the air between us. I stood there and genuinely thought about Cassian. I thought about all those miserable years I had spent living in his giant mansion, feeling completely invisible and ignored by everyone. I thought abou
THALASSA's POV:The small apartment had slowly turned into a crowded graveyard of Cassian's desperation.Every single afternoon for the past week, a new delivery driver had knocked on the door with another huge load. There were flowers everywhere, so many massive bouquets of expensive roses that the tiny living space started to smell like a stuffy funeral home. Shiny jewelry boxes were stacked high on the kitchen counter, their velvet linings standing open and mocking me with their empty, pointless promises. There were piles of books I had already read years ago and first editions I already owned on my shelves, all of them signed with long, dramatic messages on the front pages that I had zero interest in reading.I had completely stopped opening the packages after the third day. The delivery man just kept piling them up outside my front door, so I eventually had to drag them inside and push them all into a far corner. They just sat there, accumulating like heavy evidence of a crime
3RD POV:And he had looked right at her for years and seen nothing more than a mask.Cassian slammed his laptop shut so hard the loud snap echoed through the quiet study. He leaned back in his leather chair and covered his face with his hands, his fingers trembling violently. The sheer scale of what he had lost was staggering. He had been legally married to a woman who was a literary genius, a medical hero, and a living legend. And he had treated her like she was a nobody. He had dismissed her, ignored her calls, and thrown her out of his life without giving it a second thought.He had been so blind. Not just in the physical sense when his eyes were broken, but in every single way that actually mattered. He had seen her simple clothes and assumed she was poor. He had seen her mask and assumed there was nothing worth knowing underneath it. He had been so entirely focused on what she appeared to be on the surface that he had never once bothered to ask questions or find out who she re
3RD POV:The days after the disaster of a dinner party blurred together into a dark haze of cheap whiskey and heavy regret.Cassian barely left the empty mansion. He could not bear the thought of facing the outside world, and he certainly could not bear to see the pitying looks from strangers or hear the endless whispered gossip from his peers. His father had called him twice, his voice cold and demanding over the speaker, asking for explanations and answers that Cassian simply did not have. His mother had sent a short note with one of the servants, gentle and concerned, asking if he was eating or if he was okay. He had not bothered to respond to either of them.Instead, he spent almost all of his time sitting alone in his dark study. He stayed hunched over his laptop until the early hours of the morning, his eyes burning red from staring at the bright screen for hours on end.He was searching for her. Thalassa. Lyra. The Miracle Doctor. He typed in every combination of names he c
3RD POV:The dining room had emptied.Cassian stood completely alone in the middle of the wreckage. The shattered glass decanter was still lying on the cold marble floor, and the expensive amber liquid was slowly seeping into the pale grout between the tiles. The heavy dining chairs had been pushed back at odd, messy angles, and crumpled linen napkins lay abandoned on the table beside crystal glasses that were still half full of wine.His family had fled one by one. They had left in a hurry, unable to look him in the eye, unable to speak to him, and completely unable to pretend that everything was going to be okay after what had just happened.His father had been the very first to leave. Victor Deveraux had looked at his son with a cold, hard expression on his face, the exact kind of severe look he usually reserved for low-level employees who had failed him at work."We will talk about this tomorrow morning," Victor had said, his voice flat and completely devoid of any real emoti
Thalassa POV: Downstairs, I heard the doorbell ring, which meant the specialist had arrived. I closed my laptop and listened to the sounds of the house shifting into high gear, staff moving, voices murmuring, Cassian being helped down the stairs by his valet because he still hadn't learned to navi
Thalassa POV: I woke up the same way I did every morning, which was to say I woke up alone in a big king bed, in a room that was technically mine but never really felt like it, in a house so big you could get lost trying to find the kitchen if you weren't paying attention. The Deveraux mansion. H
Thalassa POV: I spent the rest of the morning in my little hidden room, trying very hard not to think about Elara Vance performing my surgery on my husband downstairs, and failing completely. Every time I tried to focus on something else the patient files on my laptop, the outline for my next boo
Cassian POV:Her footsteps retreated, soft on the hardwood floor, and then she was gone. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding and reached for the coffee cup that had magically appeared in front of me.Margaret's voice came from somewhere near the kitchen door. "She's just trying to hel







