Mag-log inTwo years later, Tamara was walking quickly with her phone to her ear. With her other hand, she flipped through the final draft of their tender that her secretary had just passed to her. "When are we going back to Sunrise Island?" Marshall asked. She could hear the smile in his voice and couldn't help but grin along. "In a few days, maybe. I've been so busy. Ever since our moms went to travel the world together and left their business to us, I've never slept through the night." Tamara eyed the postcards from Rosette on her table. "Are you complaining, Ms. Winslow? I remember you were voted to be the most influential young entrepreneur of the year just last month," teased Marshall, his voice laced with fondness. "Well, that's because you're not too far behind me." She closed the document. Their eyes met midair, and they hung up simultaneously. Both their teams stood opposite each other. Tamara challenged, "I'm not going to lose to you this time." Marshall smirked. "I won't h
Three years ago, Tamara had walked past the very same window in her wedding dress. Her heart had been filled with glee as she envisioned the happiness-filled life that was awaiting her. When she thought back on her marriage, it felt like a dream. In the dream, she loved pathetically, and it was agonisingly painful. When she woke up, she was left with nothing but a collection of shattered memories. As she watched Marshall chat with Rosette, she was floored by the jokes destiny had played on her. In the end, she smiled as though she'd made peace with herself. Since it was back to zero, she would reset the scales and give herself a new beginning. She would live only for herself this time. Without her realizing it, a week had passed in the Winslow residence. Due to their worries for the oyster farm, Tamara and Marshall decided to make a trip back to Sunrise Island to check up on the islanders. Within a few days, the rift between Rosette and Tamara had been repaired. After Charlie's
In the Winslow residence, Tamara sat on the couch watching the rain outside. Three years had passed since she married Braxton. She could count on one hand the number of times she had gone back home. Just now, she told her mother, Rosette Barlow, about her divorce and everything in between. "That monster!" Rosette got up immediately and walked over to her desk to grab her phone. "Immediately prepare the termination contacts! We'll be pulling out all our investments in Merrick Group! Now!" She went back to Tamara's side with tears in her eyes. "Tammy, I've let you down. After your dad passed, I was immersed in my own sadness. I paid you little attention. I gave my blessing for your marriage because I thought you liked him. I thought… I thought you'd be happy." Shaking her head, Tamara took Rosette's hands in hers and consoled her, "It's nothing to do with you. I was too naive. I thought love could conquer all." Rosette turned to Marshall and asked, "Is your mother alright?"
In the meeting room, Braxton listened to the company's quarterly report. He flipped through his documents absentmindedly, eyes drifting to his phone from time to time. Ever since Tamara left, he developed such a habit. It was as though he would receive a message from her in the next second. Yet, he was disappointed every time. "Next…" Perry's voice brought him back to reality. Suddenly, the door swung open. Everyone could hear the crisp clacking of heels. Braxton's head shot up. His eyes widened as he stared forward in disbelief. Tamara wore a custom white suit with her hair tied up. Her gaze was sharp. A group of officials stood behind her. One of them produced a warrant. "We received a report about the illegal deals your company is involved in. We will be investigating the truth of these claims. Please work with us." The meeting room erupted with whispers. Some were concerned about the company's future, while others exclaimed at Tamara's sudden appearance. They thought
Naturally, Braxton would not give up just like that. However, he chose to respect Tamara's wishes. In the end, he got on the boat to leave the island. Tamara thought that peace would return to their island. Yet, just as she was about to fall asleep, Edna thundered upstairs, her face pale. "I have bad news! The oyster farm was wrecked!" "What?" Tamara's face fell. She rushed to the window. From her room, she could see the oyster farm in the bay. White objects were floating on the surface of the water. They were the ripped nets and oyster shells. Tamara's heart sank into her stomach. The oyster farm was Sunrise Island's primary source of earnings. Everyone depended on the farm to earn a living. "Who did it?" Marshall immediately came back the second he heard the news. Edna trailed after him. She trembled as she reported, "The night watchers said they saw a speedboat stop by the beach. A few figures were sneaking around. There might've even been a woman…" The three of them w
Suddenly, fingers closed around Braxton's wrist and dragged him upward. While he floated in and out of consciousness, Braxton saw a blurry face. It wasn't Tamara. Instead, it was a stranger. With a splash, Braxton broke the surface. It was like he'd been reborn. When he woke up fully, Braxton realized that he was in an unfamiliar room. When he went downstairs, he saw Edna in the kitchen. She met his eyes. However, she just pointed coldly at the dishes on the table before turning to leave. Braxton called after her, but didn't ask her why she was there. "Have you seen Tamara? Where's she?" Taking off her apron, Edna said disdainfully, "Let Tamara go. She's doing well now, but she won't be if she sees you." Edna left, slamming the door behind her. "Tamara has to be here. I saw her!" Without even putting his shoes on, Braxton sprinted out and scoured the island for her. His feet bled because the grains of sand had cut into his flesh. However, Braxton didn't even notice. By







