TYSHA After only less than an hour, we finally landed in Isla Llevaste. The helicopter’s landing was smooth as if like we were just hopping off a bus. As I stepped onto the soft sands of the island, a sense of surreal calm washed over me. Gosh! After everything that happened with Rue, I never thought I’d set foot here again. Yet, here I was, and surprisingly, it felt right. It felt like coming home. Despite the awkwardness of being with Rue again, I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the gentle breeze. It was as if the island itself was whispering a welcome back. As I stepped out, the familiar faces of Isla Llevaste greeted us. There was Cecilia, who looked like she had a few more laugh lines since the last time I saw her. She had that same welcoming smile that made you feel like you were coming home. “Welcome back,” she said, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Gosh! I missed them! After Rue and I broke up, I never imagined I would be able to come back here. But I did an
RUE I woke up with the sunrise, the salty sea breeze mingling with the scent of fresh-cut grass Isla Llevaste. It was a perfect morning for golf, and I had the perfect plan to add a twist to the game. I turned to Tysha, her hair was blown by the wind while she had a questioning look in her eyes. "Today, you're my caddie," I declared, a mischievous glint in my eye. "But not just any caddie—you're on ball duty." Tysha's brow furrowed, her lips parting in disbelief. "You want me to chase after your golf balls?" she asked, couldn’t believe what I just said. I nodded, barely containing my chuckle. "Most people bring their exes to their islands to sip cocktails, not to play an upscale version of fetch," she called out, her voice laced with obvious annoyance. Poor her, I’d like to see her annoyed face, so I’d do anything to annoy her. She then pouted slightly and just accepted her fate. “Hey, can you hand me the putter?” I asked, squinting at the green. She rolled her eyes. “You’re
TYSHADid we almost kiss?!My mind was racing faster than my heart, and that was saying something.One minute, Rue was just showing me how to swing a golf club, and the next, we were inches apart, close enough to share a breath. I could still feel the warmth of his hands on mine, guiding, steady... too steady. Why did I turn around? Why did his eyes have to look at me like that?And now, here I was, blushing like a schoolgirl with her first crush. It was ridiculous.We're adults. We're past this, aren't we?But then, why did my stomach twist into knots at the thought of his lips so close to mine? I shouldn't be feeling this way. Not after everything. Not after the breakup, the hatred, the moving on... or at least, the attempt to move on.“L-Look. Adam seems to be having fun!” I said to Rue in an attempt to pretend that I didn’t make a big deal out of what happened earlier. My voice betrayed me with a slight stutter, and I mentally kicked myself for it. Come on, Tysha, get a grip! Pul
TYSHAI was so pressured as I showed my skills to Rue. Who wouldn’t, right? I was not ready for another embarrassing moment so I tried really hard not to make a mistake. With a determined nod to myself, I revved the engine, letting the roar drown out the chaos of my thoughts. I steered us over the waves, the sea sprayed cool against my skin. I didn’t need to look back to know that Rue was impressed.When we finally slowed down, I could hear the smile in Rue’s voice.“Not bad at all,” he admitted.I grinned, feeling proud that I was able to show him my skills. “Told you so.”As the jet ski's engine hummed beneath us, I felt Rue's grip tighten slightly, a silent acknowledgment of my skill. "You handle this like a pro," he muttered using his calm voice. "Impressive."I couldn't help the pride swirling in my chest at his words. It was one thing to know I could do it, but another to hear Rue—Mr. Billionaire himself—praise me.Just then, a glint of white sand caught my eye, and I eased of
RUEI watched and let Tysha go, speeding away on the jet ski, her hair flying wild in the wind. With my feet planted in the sand, my heart sank a little. We just had it out, right here on this tiny strip of sand in the middle of nowhere. I said some things, she said some things… and yeah, I guess I deserved that look she gave me before she took off.I couldn’t blame her, not really. I knew I messed up, bringing all that old stuff back up again. But seeing her like that, so mad she couldn’t even stand to be near me, it stung. I thought maybe we could fix things, or at least understand them better. But maybe some things are better left alone.Now, all I could do was to watch her ride away, the sound of the engine getting fainter. I hoped she’d cool off, that she’d come back. But if she didn’t, well, I would have to live with that. I just wanted to make things right, but I guess I’ve got to learn my timing. The sun was beating down on my back, and the sand felt hot under my feet. I kep
TYSHA The guilt was like a stone in my stomach after I left Rue stranded on that sandbar in the middle of the sea. It was a rash decision, one that I regretted as soon as I made it. Still, I couldn’t get myself to turn back. As I walked back to the resort, everything was quiet. Adam was there, leaning against the railing, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked up as I approached, his casual smile fading when he noticed I was alone. "Where's Rue?" he asked, his brow furrowing with concern. I avoided his gaze, focusing on a spot just past his shoulder. "He's still out on the sandbar," I said, my voice neutral. "Could you... could you go pick him up?" Adam set his coffee down. "Did something happen? Did you guys argue?" There was a gentle probing in his voice, an offer to listen, and to help. But I wasn't ready to talk about it, not yet. "It's nothing," I said quickly, too quickly. "Just... please, can you get him?" He studied me for a moment longer, searching for an answer I w
TYSHA Adam's words really struck a chord with me, pushing me to gather the courage to apologize to Rue. His honesty and concern for Rue had been a wake-up call for me. After saying sorry to Rue, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders and I woke up earlier than usual the next day. Of course, the first thing I did was to message my mother and ask about my kids. I even left them a voice message. Then, after doing my morning routine, I decided to go out of my room. In the kitchen, I found Cecilia busy preparing breakfast, the aroma of coffee in the air. “Morning, Cecilia,” I greeted with a smile. “Need a hand with breakfast?” She turned, a smile brightening her face. “Oh, no. You’re a guest here.” “Just let me,” I insisted. Even before she could agree, I already stood beside her and joined in her cooking session. She then sighed, giving up. “Alright. Whatever you please.” I chuckled. We started cracking eggs and flipping pancakes. The conversation naturally turned to catching
RUE After doing my morning routine, I stepped out of my room. I had promised Henry a souvenir, and I was planning to get started on making it. However, as I made my way to the dining room, I saw Tysha, sitting at the table who gave a slight smile when she saw me coming. She looked surprisingly... normal. “Morning,” she said, and it threw me off. Since when did she start the day with anything but a cold shoulder? “Good morning,” I managed to reply despite my confusion. Breakfast was laid out in front of her, but nothing was touched. It looked good, and I was hungry, but this was weird. “Have you eaten breakfast?” I asked, trying to figure out what was going on. “No. I was waiting for you,” she answered, and I was taken aback. Again. Waiting for me? Since when? I sat down, still trying to wrap my head around this sudden change. Was she being nice now? What happened overnight? But hey, I wasn’t going to complain. If she was offering an olive branch, I’d take it. Maybe we coul