Her fists clenched tightly, and she struggled to maintain her composure.
In the living room, Lysander's handsome face was hardened, dark and cold. His cheeks moved slightly as he tightly clenched his jaw.
His mood was irritable, bordering on boiling point.
He fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, lit one, and took a deep, heavy drag. The smoke swirled around him, blurring his vision.
Everyone has to pay the price for their actions.
That was the punishment!
The car moved steadily on the road. Thalassa buried her face in her hands, tears seeping through her fingers. Her breathing was shaky.
She thought she could have persuaded Lysander to let her see their children.
She had overestimated her importance to him.
Even if his possessiveness was intense, he would not have backed down for her.
What was she to him? She was just a tool for venting anger.
She thought she could have negotiated with him, but that was not the case.
Defeat, despair, and the pain of separation from her children deeply tormented Thalassa’s heart.
What should she do next?
How could she see her children?
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