The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 436

Thalassa glanced up at Lysander, who was too engrossed in his breakfast to spare her a second's attention.

Sitting poised and regal, he was a picture of elegance as he punctured his fried egg with his fork, the yolk running like molten gold onto his plate. Not a single peripheral glance was given her way.

Thalassa's eyelashes fluttered down in disappointment, a small laugh escaping her lips. She picked up the tiny birth control pill, tossed it into her mouth, and washed it down with a gulp of orange juice.

She didn't utter a word as she helped herself to a bowl of oatmeal. She ate quickly, ignoring the plentiful spread before her. Once the oatmeal was gone, she placed the bowl down and declared, "I'm full. I'll be leaving now."

With that, she stood and walked away.

Lysander didn't stop her. He continued his breakfast, his eyes as deep and mournful as a snow-laden sky.

Thalassa felt a sinking sensation in her heart, a mix of sadness and anger bubbling within her.

Even though he didn't utter a word, his actions spoke volumes. She wasn't worthy of carrying his child, and he would never let her bear his offspring. He had never even considered a future with her.

The realization was a bitter pill to swallow, worse than the actual contraceptive she had just ingested.

She stepped out of the dining room, tilting her head to gaze at the cloudless sky overhead. She took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm raging within her. After calming herself somewhat, she hailed a cab and directed it to the Vibrant Oasis Residences.

She had intended to go to work, but now she didn't feel like it. She was tired, both physically and emotionally. She didn't feel up to facing the day. Let Lysander find out she missed work, she thought. Better yet, let him fire her. She would welcome it.

When she arrived home, it was just past eleven. The house was quiet; the kids were at school, and Evelyn was likely at her bridge club. The children still attended their old preschool and wouldn't transfer to the local one until next semester.

The house, though empty, was filled with the comforting signs of her children. Toys littered the living room, and baby bottles and utensils were scattered on the dining table. The sweet scent of baby powder filled the air, soothing Thalassa's aching heart.

She settled on the couch, clutching Elowen's plush panda. Holding the toy was almost like holding her soft, cuddly child. Her heartache slowly subsided.

She was deep in her thoughts when her phone rang. Thalassa's heart clenched, fearing it was Lysander or someone from Sinclair Group asking why she wasn't at work.

Relief washed over her when she saw it was Hertha. "Sweetheart, are you at work?" Hertha's cheerful voice came from the other end.

The endearment lifted Thalassa's spirits. "No, I'm at home," she replied.

"You're not at work today?" Hertha sounded surprised. "Oh, and about last night, what was that all about?"

Last night, Thalassa had called her in a daze, uttering something cryptic. Thankfully, Hertha had been quick to catch on and played along with her.