Beyond the Divorce

I nestled comfortably in his arms, listening to his descriptions. It was my first time here, so everything felt novel.

"Is there anything delicious to eat here?" I asked.

"Of course. When did my baby become such a foodie?" He nibbled on my earlobe, and I instinctively recoiled, giggling.

I whispered softly in his ear, "I don't see any chaos here."

He laughed and kissed me. "Everything always looks more glamorous on the surface."

I immediately understood his underlying message. But I felt content and safe with him by my side.

When we arrived at the hotel, I was even more amazed. The beauty here was intoxicating. I had seen plenty of subtropical landscapes, but this place left me speechless. As we got out of the cars, Atlas said to Arnold, "You take care of them."

Arnold was clearly very familiar with this place. And to my surprise, the people here spoke a language I understood.

The hotel was by the sea, with detached guesthouses. Atlas didn't bother about the others and took me to our unit. "What about them?" I asked worriedly.

is a regular here,"

me. Besides, I could see a few of our

upstairs and pressing

couldn't resist his

problem after another recently. It had been

had both laid ourselves bare with no lingering resentment. Any grievances we had for one another were swept

frustration and anger, leaving me

he held me close, asking,

had your fill,

laughed uproariously, then pressed down on me again. "Who said I was full? I'm just getting started. I'll make

swept away. I had no strength to do anything else by the time

looked at me, asking, "Shall I get them to bring food up? We

it's okay to leave them like that?" I looked at him,

"Of course, if you feel up to it, I'm willing to continue our workout." "I'm exhausted!" I protested. "I want to

got up, washed up, put on some clothes, and went downstairs to order some

scenery outside. The floor-to-ceiling window offered a panoramic view of the entire