GWEN'S POV"I can't drive and you know it!" I called out from the kitchen from where I was chunking on the glob of burger on my plate."Yes, you can." Granny set a glass of water before me, "It's about time you get over this fear of yours.""I can't okay? And I'm not going to let my anxiety kick in, not minutes to my first appointment with my obstetrician.""You are going to be alright darling. Or would you rather Uber there?"I rolled my eyes at her suggestion. It wasn't even helping. "Feels like the whole world is turning on me." I huffed shoving aside my now-empty plate of breakfast. "No darling, don't say such terrible things.""But it's true. Look I can't go for my doctor's appointment with my husband, not even a friend or anyone. Do you know just how scarring that is?""I am coming with you. You're not alone.""Most girls go with their husbands." I snorted feeling the weight of Andrew's divorce on my shoulder. "You're growing bitter. Stop. Life is going to sort things out. Ju

GWEN'S POV"Pleasure to have you on this trip."Someone settled beside me on the bus. It was the only vacant seat left and I didn't need to glance around to know exactly who it was. The amusement at the edge of his tone was just enough to give away who it was. Ricky. It wasn't until I glanced at him did I noticed the smirk on his face. "The seat is taken," I tried to shoo him off. The least I wanted was to have him stick this close enough to throw humorous remarks. "Carly's in the back seat. I don't see who else deserves this seat better than I do." He mumbled with a nervous chuckle. "Could you try not to be so loud?" I let out an exasperated breath. He smacked his lips shut with his eyes searching the bus as though to confirm the boys were in their seats before they wandered my way and then outside as the bus began to move. The girls hummed in excitement to some song on the radio. This wasn't the best experience for me but I had to make it work. I prayed their off-key voices

Gwen's POVMy phone buzzed. The annoying sound didn't go off, my eyes flickered open as my fingers went to snooze the alarm. Then it instantly grazed my mind where I was and why I was here. Why we were here. My sleepy eyes darted to the three bunk beds with two kids each on it.I snoozed the alarm, stretched, and noticed it was six a.m. time for the morning run. I glanced at the sleeping girls again and decided they looked so comfortable sleeping and not going for the morning run wasn't going to affect them in any way. I rolled over to my side and tried to catch up on some extra sleep. But my mind reminded me these girls were here on this trip to get the full experience. If they missed out on what the rest of the kids were greatly involved in then they were never going to get the full experience. I yawned and got out of bed. How hard could this be? I was pushing through just one more night and this would be all over. I moved over to each of them, gently shaking them to wake up.

ANDREW'S POVIt was hard to try to get some sleep that night. I wasn't entirely fazed out by Elena's soured mood. It didn't matter to me, it was her typical attitude that was driving me insane. All that was roving through my mind was the things Elena said to me. They plagued my mind keeping me up all night. I lay thinking of nothing but what Gwen was doing. Was she sleeping all by herself or had our divorce given her a chance to live more freely and more wildly? With Elena deep asleep in the room, occupying the big bed I was on the sofa in the living area of the villa house. It was hard to join her in bed even though she had given the liberal and slurry invitation but not when Gwen seized my mind.It was harder than I could ever have imagined to get her off my mind and worse, Elena had added more fuel to the fire. There was a movement outside the villa house. I could see the black shadowy figure outside the apartment. Then the next figure and when I heard a window break, I knew t

ELENA'S POVThis was my moment. Even though I had yet to recover from the shock and my terrible anxiety. But this was the moment I had waited for all my life. My photos and name buzzed all through the media, there was traffic on my social media and my products were selling at a rate it had never sold out before.Maybe going to Truks wasn't completely a bad idea. The whole world seemed to be talking about me, analyzing my posts, and calling me whatever they seemed fit. It was no deal to me. As long as the money was flowing in, as long as I was getting the attention I never would have milked from the word, never in a million years. "Are you alright?" Rickard asked me the second he walked into the mansion to see my face and how shaky it still looked. I had flown back to New York City the next day. It was an ugly sight in Turks and Caicos. It was the most terrible experience for anyone. For me, it was the worst thing to ever happen to me. "I'm fine," I took a sip of the tea Andrew's