Lying on the couch, lazily flipping through a glossy travel magazine, I wasn’t searching for anything specific—just a way to kill time. Then, my fingers paused on the glossy page. It was a breathtaking shot of a waterfront haven, bathed in golden sunlight and framed by an endless expanse of clear blue skies.
It was perfect.
Sure, we had been to the beach before, but this wasn’t about reliving old memories. I needed something fresh, something perfect for a new post on my social media. Something that would send a very clear message to Rylan and my two-faced, backstabbing stepsister. They needed to see that I was thriving.
That my life wasn’t just about the stoic, always-business demeanor my husband showed to the world. I wanted them to see that with me, he was sweet—attentive in a way
