We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

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.

unlikely she’d pick up on anything! And even if she does, she has no evidence

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

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

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

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

lingered in her

was within

drug Elisa and make her dance to their tune. Hmph! Quite the game

a message. As mad as she was, Bella realized

She wasn’t

buckle up – the real showdown was

deck, soaking in the breeze, Elisa’s phone buzzed with a message from Bella, filling her in on Rochelle’s

wry grin tugged at Elisa’s lips. After all this time, their tactics were still painfully lowbrow. Apparently,

Bella