The breeze over Hawaii carried the salty tang of seawater. Dressed in an oversized floral shirt and flip-flops, I lay back in a rocking chair out in the yard. I held half a chilled watermelon in my left hand and a spoon in my right. "Heavenly!" I scooped up a big mouthful of watermelon and closed my eyes in pure satisfaction.
A full week had passed since I left the Hale estate. Using only a fraction of the 50 million, I rented a small single-story seaside cottage with a yard in this quiet coastal fishing village. I woke up naturally every morning. When hunger struck, I headed to the seafood market for freshly caught prawns. This kind of life was worth more than any luxury the world could offer.
I also took over a tiny shopfront at the village entrance and planned to open a sweet dessert
