“Where’s it hiding then?”
Their laughter faded as they disappeared down the hall.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Ella Knight.
“I’ll meet you at your cruise ship later.”
“Okay,” she answered. She didn’t know Cassandra at all—but she and I had been childhood sweethearts. Twenty years of friendship, six years of love. I knew better than anyone what true, pure companionship was.
And now, I wanted to see with my own eyes just how rotten this so-called marriage had become.
The sea breeze was heavy with salt. On the deck of the luxury cruise ship, laughter and shrieks echoed.
Behind sunglasses and a mask, I leaned against the railing, watching.
Cassandra wore a bikini, belly already starting to show, seated close beside Tristan in nothing but swim trunks. They played a vulgar game of passing tissues.
Tristan clamped down on the tissue with his teeth, leaving only a corner. Cassandra leaned in again and again, failing to catch it.
“Cassie lost! Time for punishment!” someone howled.
“Confess to someone in public! How about Tristan?” another jeered.
Tristan pulled Cassandra into his arms, grinning.
“Oh, how embarrassing!”
The crowd roared.