로그인3RD 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
3RD POV:The chaos in the dining room was still swirling around them, voices overlapping, questions flying, accusations hanging in the air like smoke. But Cassian heard none of it. He could only see her. Thalassa. His Thalassa. Standing in his house, on his uncle's arm, looking like she had stepped out of a dream he had been too blind to have.He needed to talk to her. He needed to understand. He needed to fix this, somehow, even though every instinct told him it was already too late.He moved before he could think, crossing the room in three quick strides. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from Alaric, away from the commotion, away from the prying eyes of his family."Cassian!" Alaric's voice was sharp, angry. "Let her go."But Cassian did not let go. He pulled Thalassa into the hallway, away from the noise, away from the whispers, away from everything except the two of them.The hallway was quiet, the portraits of his ancestors staring down at them with paint
3RD POV:Cassian stared at her, his face pale as chalk, his hands trembling at his sides. His mouth opened but no words came out. He tried again, forcing the name past his lips like it was a physical object he had to push out of his throat."Thalassa?"She did not answer him. She just stood there, her emerald mask glittering under the chandelier, her hand resting on Alaric's arm like she belonged there. Like she had always belonged there.Alaric looked between them, his brow furrowed, his voice sharp with confusion. "Cassian, what is going on? You know Thalassa?"Eulalie's voice cut through the room, sharp and venomous. "What is she doing here? Why is she with you?"The room fell silent. The whispers stopped. The aunts stopped staring. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for an answer that no one seemed to have.Victor Deveraux's face had gone rigid, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway. His wife Rosalind had her hand pressed to her chest, her expression ca
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: 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







