The Seductive Red Bikini

Elara's POV

I laid out my modest navy blue one-piece swimsuit on the bed, along with comfortable lounge clothes for the hot spring retreat. The suitcase beside mine was conspicuously empty – Damien hadn't even started packing yet. Typical.

Seven years of marriage, and we couldn't be more disconnected. We now lived separate lives under the same roof, with his attention firmly fixed on Vivienne. The only thing keeping us tied together was Cora and, of course, Eleanor's stubborn refusal to acknowledge our failed marriage.

"Mom, can I bring my new tablet?" Cora bounced into the bedroom, clutching the device Damien had bought her last week.

"Yes, but remember the rules – only an hour of screen time per day during our vacation," I said, folding a light cardigan.

Cora pouted. "But Dad lets me—"

"I'm sure he does," I cut her off gently. "Pack your swimsuit too, sweetie."