CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE – SOMETHING IS FISHY

As they soaked in the luxurious tub, surrounded by candlelight and the sound of gentle waves, Jasmine tried to push her worries aside. This was their honeymoon, after all. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. But as she drifted off to sleep that night, nestled in Marco's arms, she couldn't quite shake the feeling that their peaceful paradise was about to be shattered. The warm Maldivian sun streamed through the windows of their overwater bungalow, gently rousing Jasmine from her slumber. She stretched, her hand instinctively reaching for Marco, but found his side of the bed empty and cool. Frowning, she sat up, scanning the room. "Marco?" she called out, her voice still thick with sleep. No response. Jasmine slipped out of bed, padding across the cool wooden floor to check the bathroom. Empty. A note on the dresser caught her eye: "Gone for an early dive. Didn't want to wake you. Back soon. Love, M." Jasmine smiled, shaking her head. Of course, he couldn'