A sly ace up my sleeve
As Amy signed the divorce papers, she had no idea what was upcoming. A mischievous grin crept onto my face.
“Why are you smiling?” she questioned suspiciously. “Oh, nothing,” I replied easily. She rolled her eyes, waving off my peculiar behavior.
Little did she know, an ace up my sleeve was keeping things interesting. This wasn’t just any island; I had left out one critical detail she’d soon discover.