INICIAR SESIÓN3RD 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
3RD POV:"She is the woman who saved my life, Eulalie. She is the Miracle Doctor. She is the one who restored my sight when every other doctor in the country told me I would be blind forever. And I threw her away like garbage because I was too blind and stupid to see what was right in front of me."The words hit the room like a bomb dropping.The Miracle Doctor.The room seemed to lose all its air. The mysterious, legendary brilliant surgeon who had quietly restored Cassian's vision and then disappeared without taking a single cent or asking for any fame. The person who was talked about in whispered, respectful tones in every medical circle as the greatest mind of their generation.And that doctor was Thalassa.The quiet girl. The discarded wife. The woman they had all treated like an ugly, nameless ghost for years.Eulalie's carefully constructed mask shattered into a thousand pieces. She couldn't stop the sudden wave of ugly rage that surged through her body, burning away the
3RD POV:"Everyone, please," she said, stepping forward and raising her voice to cut through the rising chatter. "There is absolutely no need for panic. This is all just a huge misunderstanding. A mistake."A few people turned to look at her. Encouraged, she took another step away from Cassian, smoothing down the front of her expensive dress."I am sure Alaric did not know who he was bringing into this house tonight," she continued, trying to put a soft, reassuring tone back into her voice. "He has been away from the family for so long, he probably did not realize he was being used by a woman who is clearly trying to manipulate him for her own gain."The whispers slowly died down. Everyone in the room was looking at her now.Good. This was what she needed. She needed an audience. She needed a stage to fix this before it got any worse."That woman," Eulalie said, letting her voice drip with false, gentle sympathy, "is clearly trying to get revenge on Cassian. She has been carryin
3RD POV:Eulalie Ashworth had spent her entire life learning how to read a room.It was a survival skill, really, one she had perfected over years of climbing social ladders and stepping on whoever got in her way. She could walk into any gathering and know within seconds who mattered, who did not, and exactly how much charm she needed to deploy to get what she wanted.But tonight, for the first time in her life, she had no idea what to do.She stood frozen on the polished hardwood floor of the dining room. Her perfectly manicured fingers were still gripping Cassian’s arm so tightly her knuckles were white, but he wasn’t even looking at her. Her eyes stayed glued to the doorway where that woman had just disappeared alongside Aldric.The silence that had fallen over the room did not last long. Within seconds, the whispers started again. The cousins, the aunts, the distant relatives who had spent all evening flattering her were now talking behind their hands. Their eyes darted towar
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
Cassian POV: I woke up blind again today, which was getting really old really fast. Not that I remembered what it was like to wake up with sight anymore. Eight months of darkness will do that to you, erase the memory of what light even looks like until you start to wonder if you ever really saw a
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







