Tina Martin

I'm living my best life on Johns Island, South Carolina-sun, sand, saltwater, and my stunna shades firmly in place. Can't nobody tell me nothing. Then bam- guess who breaches my peaceful, drama-free zone? Kenzo. My ex-husband. Or soon-to-be ex. Whatever. Two years ago, he checked out emotionally-just vanished on me a year into our marriage. So, I did what any self-respecting woman would do: I moved on.
I found peace. I found me. But now? Kenzo is showing up looking like a whole new man. I'm talkin' muscles for days, confidence turned all the way up - the whole shebang. And he's following me around this little island like a lovesick puppy, talking about second chances. Really? One week in paradise and he thinks we're just gonna pick up where we left off? Please. He might be serving abs now, but I've got boundaries-and after everything I've been through, it's gonna take more than a hot body and sweet words to win my heart again.