We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out Chapter 1868 Retaliation

Chapter 1868 RetaliationAnother version making the rounds, possibly the one closest to the truth, suggested that Rochelle and
the random guy were involved in a secret affair in Paul's room.
Meanwhile, Paul had become entangled with his new intern.
Fate took an unforeseen turn as the four of them happened to cross paths, triggering clashes and
tension.
Rochelle's jealousy led to a physical altercation with the female intern.
Despite Paul's attempts to intervene, they continued to grapple, forcing him to step back for a moment
of respite.
Much to their surprise, they were discovered in the act of their abominable relationships.
Elisa's subtle manipulation was naturally woven into this version. She wouldn't let Paul off the hook so
easily. Now, he would have a hard time explaining it all to his family.
Rochelle had calmed down inside Paul's room but struggled to wrap her head around what happened.
Immediately, Paul terminated the employment of the female intern. As the dust settled, a grim truth
dawned upon them: Elisa had intricately woven a trap they had unknowingly entered.
novelbinOn the table was Bella's phone, almost like she'd abandoned it when they were in the thick of their
rapid-fire planning. It became evident that Elisa was the mastermind behind this entire scenario from the outset, leaving
their facades shattered.
Rochelle slumped in disbelief, unable to comprehend how, despite her careful planning, she had fallen
prey to Elisa.
No way. This couldn't be the end of it! She was furious and refused to give in. In this dire situation,
there was only one desperate option left…
A strange glint shimmered in Rochelle's eyes; her gaze fixated on the phone.
A sinister smile slowly etched on her face. She shared her plan with Paul, who agreed it was worth a
shot.
With the ongoing drama sorted, Elisa was at the bar with Gareth, embracing the gentle breeze.
The ship was set to dock in thirty minutes. The breeze felt calming and serene—perhaps because
dealing with these vexing matters had somewhat eased Elisa's thoughts.
"Do you want something to drink?"
Elisa proposed, which she rarely had the mood for the occasion.
Elisa's suggestion was quite unusual, given the circumstances.
Of course, Gareth wouldn't turn down the offer, but no waitperson was in sight. So, he decided to take
the initiative and grab the drinks. At that moment, Elisa's phone buzzed with a message from Bella. "Urgent! Meet me on the deck."
Elisa's brows furrowed as she tried to call back, but the line was busy. A sense of unease crept over
her. Yet, Bella's safety was her priority.
Without waiting for Gareth's return, she quickly headed to the deck.
Located on the first floor, the deck had no safety railings – a setup meant for adventurous tourists
seeking unobstructed views. However, most visitors would only venture there if secured by safety
ropes.
Elisa didn't want to take risks, so she secured herself with a safety rope before edging closer to the
deck's edge.
"Bella?" Elisa's voice rang out, but there was no response except for the engine's rumbling.
Growing more concerned, Elisa was about to call out again when a sudden force from behind propelled
her forward.
In an instant, Elisa was in the water, the sea swallowing her up!
The cold seawater splashed onto her face as she hit the water with a heavy thud.
Initially, she had intended to use the safety rope to pull herself back up, but even the rope had been
tossed into the sea. Although it wasn't winter, the seawater was chilling, sending shivers through her body and causing her
teeth to chatter uncontrollably.
Wave after wave crashed over her, and the ship gradually grew smaller in the distance.
Elisa fought to keep her eyes open and attempted to swim towards the ship.
However, her body felt increasingly heavy, her eyelids drooping, and her feet cramping painfully.
Then came another splash.
Something else had fallen into the water.
Elisa strained to open her eyes, but the effort proved too much, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
Is this the end of me? The thought flashed through Elisa's mind as darkness closed in.