No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Once aboard the ship, Elisa rarely stayed alone; instead, she gravitated towards the deck amidst the company of others.

Actively avoiding isolation, she mingled with fellow attendees, intently monitoring Rochelle’s potential secretive strategy.

Furthermore, anyone daring to conspire against her should brace for countermeasures.

Beneath the moon’s glow, Elisa raised her wine glass and downed it swiftly, a subtle smile forming on her lips, hinting at veiled intentions.

With Elisa refusing to retreat to her room, Rochelle’s nerves went into overdrive. It was plain as day: if Elisa didn’t bunk down in her quarters, her scheming would crumble like a house of cards! What would happen to the painstakingly set-up ‘surprise’ she had tucked away?

Rochelle turned to Paul, “Do you think she’s catching on? What if she figures it out? What do we do then?”

Rochelle’s tension was almost tangible, as though Elisa’s presence had cast a foreboding shadow upon her, leaving an indelible mark of fear.

Paul picked up on Rochelle’s restlessness and pat her shoulder reassuringly, accompanied by a light chuckle.

careful. It’s unlikely she’d pick up on anything! And even if she

Elisa’s penchant for vengeance, discovering the truth would undoubtedly trigger

glance at Elisa, who was still merrily mingling. Seeing no

kick in. If she heads back to her room, it’s a gotcha moment,

as if weighing Elisa’s impending predicament and then smirked. “Man, if only I had more

hint of remorse lingered in

she know, Bella was

make her dance to their tune. Hmph! Quite

as she was, Bella realized she had to rein it in

them, Elisa saw this coming. She wasn’t going

real showdown was on its

breeze, Elisa’s phone buzzed with a message

Elisa’s lips. After all this time, their tactics were still

brief pause, Elisa dialed Bella to share a