Their first life started with flowers and soft whispers, beauty and infatuation. She was above and beyond anything he had ever dreamed, he with his fisherman's upbringing and dubious parentage. And that was more than enough. For a time.
He broke faith first, in the days when he tracked and threatened and hunted for her father and for the money and for the power and told himself it was all for her. The bright red blood on his hands distracted him from the secrets, the recriminations, the slow gray death of a marriage.
If karma rewarded good for good, then what the island offered was nothing like karma.
Now, in their second life, he wants to be one of the good guys.