LOGIN3RD POV:One Year Later…The board meeting room was completely unchanged.Cassian sat right at the head of the long mahogany conference table, keeping his hands folded together over his leather folder and his eyes fixed on the projection screen. The quarterly numbers on the wall were incredible. Profits were up across every department. The massive corporate merger that his team had been working on for six whole months had finally closed, setting the company up for its biggest financial year in history.He knew he was supposed to feel good about it. He should have felt a surge of pride, a sense of relief, or maybe just satisfaction that all the long hours had paid off. But he felt nothing at all. There was only a heavy, hollow emptiness sitting inside his chest, an uncomfortable feeling that had been living there for a full year.The presentation dragged on for another forty minutes. The voices of his senior executives blended together into a boring, endless noise of business talk
THALASSA'S POV:MONTHS LATER…The sun was up as I sat at the large desk with my laptop open, holding a mug of tea that had gone cold while I was typing. The words were flowing easily today. It was one of those rare mornings where everything aligned, where the story seemed to write itself and all I had to do was keep my fingers moving across the keyboard.I had been living in Alaric's house for three months now. Our home, I corrected myself in my head. It still felt a little strange to say that out loud, strange to think of this beautiful, bright space as my own. The house was nothing like the Deveraux mansion, which was full of icy marble floors, hallways that echoed, and paintings of judgmental ancestors looking down their noses at you. This place was warm and so different.Alaric had bought the property years ago, long before we ever met, back when he was building his business and needed a quiet spot to get away from the world. It was smaller than his family's grand estate, but m
3RD POV:Alaric had not moved an inch from his chair.He had stayed right where he was through the whole ugly scene, keeping his hands resting quietly in his lap and his face completely calm. He had watched Cassian burst through the front doors like a madman, his eyes wild and his hair a mess. He had watched his nephew drop straight down to the floor, begging and pleading, turning himself into a complete circus act in front of a room full of rich strangers. Through it all, Alaric had kept a close eye on Thalassa sitting right across from him. Her back stayed straight, her fingers remained wrapped gently around her wine glass, and her expression didn't give anything away.She hadn't flinched once. She hadn't even turned her head away in shame. She had simply let Cassian talk until he ran out of breath, letting him exhaust himself with fake promises, hollow apologies, and loud declarations of love. And when he was finally done crying, she had spoken up. Her voice was quiet and steady
3RD POV:He took another sip of his drink and thought about Thalassa. She was the one who had saved him. She hadn't just fixed his broken eyes; she had saved his life. She was the brilliant surgeon who had performed the complex operation when everyone else said it was impossible. She was the woman who had sat right beside his hospital bed every single afternoon, quietly hoping he would wake up and finally see her for who she was. She had given him everything and asked for nothing in return, and he had thrown her out of his house like trash.And now she was holding hands with Alaric. His own uncle. The man who was smart enough to see her real worth from the very first day. Alaric hadn't cared about the rumors or the old scars on her face. He had just looked at her and loved her.Cassian had never been that kind of man. He had been shallow and weak. He saw the plain clothes and turned his head away. He saw the scars and felt embarrassed to be seen with her in public. He was so busy w
3RD POV:The restaurant had gone back to normal which was the thing that hit Cassian the hardest as two large security guards marched him toward the front doors. The world had just kept spinning. The other diners went right back to chewing their expensive steaks, the waitstaff returned to filling up water glasses, and the rich people talking filled the room again. It was like he had never even stepped foot in the place. His pathetic begging, his ruined pride, and his full public meltdown were already over. To everyone else, it was just ten minutes of juicy dinner drama that would be forgotten by the time they woke up tomorrow.The guards let go of his arms the second they reached the pavement. They didn't say a word, just turned around and went back inside, leaving him completely alone on the cold sidewalk.He stood there shivering, his hands shaking at his sides while his mind raced in circles. She had turned him down. He had dropped to his knees in front of a whole room of strang
THALASSA'S POV:"You did not love me when I was invisible to you, Cassian. You did not love me when I was just the quiet, obedient wife sitting in the corner of the room, the one you never looked at, the one you never spoke to, the one you never even tried to get to know. You did not love me when I was staying up all night saving your sight, when I was performing the delicate surgery that gave you back your vision, or when I was sitting by your hospital bed every single day, praying you would open your eyes and finally see me."I paused for a moment, letting the heavy truth of those words sit in the room. The entire restaurant was still dead silent. Nobody was eating. Nobody was moving. Everyone was hanging on every single word."You do not love me now just because you can finally see my value," I said, looking down at his weeping face. "You do not love the skilled doctor, or the famous writer, or the woman who stood up on that stage and told the whole world she was done hiding in t
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







