His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back)
A few of them glance at each other before nodding faintly, polite smiles plastered on their faces.
“Perfect!” Aurelia chirps, turning to Daryl. “Go on, Daryl, what’s today’s game about?”
Daryl looks at me. I give him a small nod—go ahead.
He clears his throat, glancing at his notes. “Right. Everyone. Today’s another round of the team game contest. And unlike yesterday, this challenge’s a bit different.” He raises a folded slip of paper. “Winners from today will join yesterday’s team for the couple’s dinner and receive a weekend sponsor trip to Lake Como, Italy.”