Allyson's POV
Caroline guided me through every corner of the yacht, her bright voice echoing as she showed me the elegant sitting area, the intimate dining space, and the sun deck overlooking the vast ocean.
I found myself drawn to the deck's edge, gripping the smooth railing as I gazed at the infinite stretch of blue water.
The ocean breeze whispered against my skin, carrying the clean scent of salt and sea. For this stolen moment, I allowed myself to simply breathe and take it all in.
The thought struck me like lightning - here I was, celebrating my birthday aboard Michael Jade's private yacht.
Just weeks ago, this entire situation had been nothing more than a calculated move against Reagan, a way to wound him where it would hurt most.
But standing here now, feeling the deck sway gently beneath my feet, it no longer resembled revenge. It felt like something dangerous, something that awakened parts of me I'd forgotten existed.
