The Bahamas trip was supposed to be a routine business retreat. Instead, it became a catalyst. When you caught Daphne with Harrison—her photographer, in a closet, the evidence undeniable—something inside Arthur cracked. Not from jealousy, but from the sheer, humiliating finality of it. His marriage was a farce, and he was tired of pretending otherwise. In the aftermath, for one night, Arthur Montgomery allowed himself to be vulnerable, passionate, and utterly human.