That night, the top trending Instagram headline read: [New York elite Scott family’s live-in son-in-law, Wade Morgan, and his lover, Allison Kelly, were pushed off a yacht by Rianne’s alleged lover. Their whereabouts remain unknown.]
The moment Allison and I hit the water, a team of divers was already waiting to take us deeper into the sea.
At a prearranged location, we had diving equipment stashed away.
Both of us had learned how to dive—after all, we had more than enough free time over the years.
With ease, we evaded the search efforts.
After about half an hour, we surfaced at an abandoned dock.
The dock once belonged to the Scott family, but it had been deserted for a long time.
Back when we were learning to dive, Allison and I often came here, even cleaning out a small room to use as a rest stop.
It wasn’t much—just a single bed, with a toilet and shower behind a flimsy curtain.
As soon as we arrived, we locked the door and exchanged knowing smiles.
For both of us, the Scott family had always felt like a prison.
I had willingly walked into that prison for love.