The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 739

She saw it with her own eyes. A woman, all smiles and clearly infatuated with him, entered the hotel with Lysander. The woman couldn't help but lean into him, even in front of a crowd.

Then she heard that sound again. The reality of the situation was undeniable.

Thalassa remained silent. She managed to press the ground floor button in the elevator, her body swaying as it descended. Her heart felt like it was sinking too. It dropped into an abyss of pain.

As the elevator came to a halt on the ground floor, so did Thalassa's heart. It was a weighty sensation, leaving her gasping for breath.

She stepped out with her legs weak but her demeanor steady.

Hertha could see Thalassa's distress but said nothing, fearing anything she said would only add to her pain. She followed Thalassa out of the hotel in silent support.

After stepping outside, the night breeze brushed against their skin.

Despite it being summer, the wind felt cold against Thalassa's face. It stung her like the winter chill.

Instead of leaving, she sat on a marble bench near the hotel's entrance. Hertha joined her.

Hertha knew she was hurting when she saw Thalassa's pale face and her gaze fixed on the ground.

She couldn't hold back her frustration. "Thalassa, we should've stormed in there and confronted them. Why did we just leave without a word?"

Lysander was just too reprehensible.

He had four kids, and he was still fooling around?!

"And what would that achieve? By what right could we confront them?" Thalassa's voice was frail. It was barely a whisper under the streetlights.

Hertha paused, suddenly understanding Thalassa's earlier plea for restraint.

Thalassa had told her that Lysander had never acknowledged her as his girlfriend, let alone his wife.

To Lysander, she was merely a tool for revenge.