Isaac's marriage to David was already dead. James, David's boss, had been waiting—and when Isaac's heat hit, he walked into the bathroom and took what he wanted. One taste, and Isaac was lost.
They hid in plain sight: balconies, restrooms, stolen moments in the dark. David never noticed. He was too busy with his own affairs.
Then came the resort. James took Isaac completely—while David was in the next room with his mistress. When David humiliated Isaac at dinner, James made his move.
"Leave him. Marry me."
Isaac said yes.
On his birthday, James dropped to one knee. David stormed in with his lover. James handed over the signed divorce papers. Isaac took off his old wedding ring, slapped it into David's hand, and walked toward James's car—toward the horizon, and whatever waited there.
