The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife
Chapter 32: Another Brewing Storm

Chapter 32: Another Brewing Storm

With one fish caught and a spark of triumph in his eyes, Logan handed the makeshift spear to Jean. "Hold this while I try to find another."

Jean took it, careful not to let the fish slip off. "Don’t expect applause every time you catch dinner."

"Breakfast," he corrected, stepping back into the stream, "we’re still in breakfast mode. Dinner is when I start roasting boars."

She smirked. "Oh, we’re aiming high now."

A few minutes later, Logan returned with a second fish... smaller, but a catch nonetheless. They made their way back to the beach, Jean carrying their trophies like a jungle queen, and Logan proud as a boy who’d just shown off a new toy.

Once they reached their firepit, Jean knelt to inspect the ashes. "Fire’s out. We’ll need to restart it."

Logan crouched beside her, already collecting dry leaves and twigs. "Let me try this time."

Jean raised a brow. "Last time, it took you forever."

"And this time, I have experience." He grinned, confident.

She watched him strike the stones with patience... This time, the spark caught sooner than expected.

Jean blinked. "Well... look at that. A caveman in the making."

"Soon I’ll be inventing the wheel," Logan quipped, feeding the fire until it came alive.

Jean cleaned the fish using sharp-edged stones while Logan sharpened a few sticks to skewer them. Once done, they placed them over the fire.

As the fish cooked, the scent filled the air... simple, smoky, and oddly comforting.

Jean sat beside him, hugging her knees. "You know," she said, voice softer, "you’re not entirely useless."

Logan looked at her, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Don’t get all emotional on me, Adams."

She rolled her eyes. "Please. I’m just giving credit where it’s due."

A pause lingered between them as the fire crackled and the sky brightened above the trees.

Jean glanced sideways at him. "You really thought I’d be the one slowing us down, didn’t you?"

Logan looked away, but there was a hint of a smile. "I didn’t think you’d survive past day one without a hairdryer."

She laughed, tossing a pebble at his feet. "Fair enough. You think I’m sort of royalty."

"That’s what the world sees too, Jean."

The fish was finally done. Logan pulled one skewer from the flames and offered it to her.

Jean took it cautiously, blowing on the hot surface. "No salt, no lemon. Your presentation needs work."

"And yet you’ll still eat it."

She bit in and closed her eyes for a moment. "Okay... it’s not terrible."

Logan smiled, taking a bite of his. "Next step: bamboo cups and a five-course jungle menu."

Jean shook her head, amused. "Just don’t try to make sushi out of river snails."

They ate in silence for a while, and for the first time since being stranded, the moment felt almost... peaceful.

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After finishing their fish breakfast, Jean dusted her hands on her dress and stood up, squinting toward the dense forest. "We need to get to higher ground," she said, voice steady with purpose.

Logan looked up at her, chewing the last bite. "Trying to run away from me already?"

She shot him a dry look. "We need to know where we are... and if anyone can spot us from the air or sea."

He groaned softly as he stood. "You just want an excuse to boss me around again."

"Get moving, Kingsley," she said, already stepping into the trees.

They walked in silence at first, the air damp and earthy. Birds chirped somewhere above, the canopy casting mottled light over the forest floor.

Jean kept her eyes alert, occasionally brushing aside leaves and vines while Logan followed closely, keeping watch behind them.

"We should be careful," Jean muttered, glancing around. "Snakes, wild animals, poisonous plants... take your pick."

"Remind me again why you didn’t want me to eat those mushrooms?" he teased.

Jean shot him a look. "Because you’re the kind of idiot who would’ve tripped on hallucinations and fallen off a cliff."

"Fair point."

After about half an hour of climbing, the forest began to thin, revealing a steep slope lined with rocks. Jean steadied herself, breathing heavily. "We’re close."

Logan reached out a hand to help her up the final ridge. She hesitated a moment, then took it, and they both climbed together.

Finally, at the top, the trees parted just enough to reveal a view of the island.

They stood in awe.

From up here, they could see the curve of the beach they’d washed up on. The forest stretched endlessly in every direction, and on the far side, a jagged cliff met the crashing ocean.

Jean’s chest rose and fell as she tried to make sense of their position. "We’re really in the middle of nowhere."

Logan scanned the horizon. "No boats. No signs of life."

She looked down, thinking. "We need to leave a sign. Something that can be spotted from above."

Logan stepped back toward a patch of open dirt near the ridge. "What about stones? We could spell something out."

Jean nodded. "’HELP’... it should be simple, large and bold."

Together, they started collecting stones, clearing the ground, and arranging them with precision. Jean was meticulous with the placement, while Logan did most of the heavy lifting. As they worked, sweat dripped down their foreheads, but neither complained.

After a while, they stood back and looked at the big, uneven but visible letters they had managed to form.

HELP.

Jean wiped her forehead and nodded. "It’ll do. Let’s just hope someone sees it."

Logan looked at her with a rare softness. "They will."

She glanced at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. "And if not?"

"We’ll figure it out. Together."

Jean didn’t say anything to that. She just turned to look at the horizon again, the sea endless and merciless.

As Jean and Logan stood at the ridge, admiring the crude HELP sign they had built, a sudden gust of wind swept through the trees. Jean’s hair whipped across her face, and she turned her gaze upward.

The sky was changing.

"What the...?" Logan muttered, his eyes narrowing. Thick, rolling clouds gathered rapidly on the horizon... gray, angry, and ominous. The sun dimmed under their weight, and a low rumble of thunder echoed in the distance.

Jean took a step forward, her eyes scanning the sky. "That’s not good."

"No kidding," Logan replied, his tone suddenly serious. "We need to get down. Fast."

Shit! We are in no condition to withstand another storm!

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