Dennis seemed to sense something off about me. His expression faltered briefly before he suggested, “Why don’t we leave now? Find somewhere to relax for a bit.”
I looked up at him, smiling faintly. “Let’s take the yacht,” I suggested. “A night cruise. We can watch the sunrise tomorrow.”
…
In the car, he started discussing plans for the next day. “I’ve already prepared a birthday surprise for you. Once things settle down, let’s start planning for a child. How does that sound?”
I stayed silent, gazing out the window as the city lights flickered by. I didn’t respond.
The car had just started moving when his phone rang. He answered it, his brows knitting together as he spoke, a note of hesitation in his voice.
I turned to him, my tone calm. “If you’ve got something to handle, go ahead.”
He hesitated. “Tracy, I…”
“It’s fine,” I cut him off gently. “I’ll wait for you on the yacht.”
I couldn’t see the caller ID, but I didn’t need to. Only one person could make him wear that expression.
…
Alone on the yacht, I took out my phone and opened Camille’s social media page.
A freshly uploaded photo greeted me, captioned: [Success feels sweeter with someone by your side. Midnight snacks, late-night talks—thank you for always looking out for me.]
The comments beneath it were full of admiration.
[Your husband spoils you so much!]
[This is what a dream couple looks like!]
But my eyes were drawn to something else—the bracelet in the photo. It was Dennis’s bracelet.
I dialed his number, but it was Camille’s voice that answered. “What is it, Tracy? Calling so late—looking for Dennis?” Her tone was dripping with mockery.
She didn’t stop there. “Give it up. He won’t be coming back tonight. Why would he? I handed him over to you, and you still couldn’t keep him. Pathetic.”
I didn’t respond. I hung up the phone, my grip tight as I turned to the yacht’s crew.
“Set sail.”
“Should we wait for anyone else?” one of them asked.
