chapter 7: The Calm Before The Storm

As Sean and I sat at the candlelit dinner table on the picturesque beach, I couldn't help but revel in the success of my plan. The tropical paradise was the perfect setting for the next phase of my strategy – lulling Sean into a false sense of security.

"I must admit, Sean, this place is enchanting," I said, gazing out at the moonlit waves. "Maybe we can make the most of our time here and try to get along."

The irony of my words wasn't lost on me, and I fought to conceal the smirk that threatened to escape. This was the calm before the storm, and I needed to play my part convincingly.

As the days passed, I maintained the façade of a reformed wife, participating in activities and excursions with Sean as if we were a happily married couple. The island offered us moments of serenity, and I seized the opportunity to gather more information about Sean's intentions and unravel the secrets he harbored.

One day, as we explored the island, I suggested a visit to a hidden cove. Sean, under the