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.

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

the

still merrily mingling. Seeing no red flags, she eased up

effects will kick in. If she heads back to her room, it’s a gotcha moment, her image in the gutter. If she keeps partying,

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

of remorse lingered in her voice. Sigh… Too

was within earshot

their plot – drug Elisa and make her

as she was, Bella

this coming. She wasn’t going to let

buckle up – the real showdown was

breeze, Elisa’s phone buzzed with a message from Bella, filling her in

all this time, their tactics

pause, Elisa dialed Bella to