Well, we've finally made it.

It's our last day in Hawaii and, somehow, Kyra's found time for me now. And here I am, thinking that she just lost it. Ain't this about a bitch?

"Hey, love. Maybe we can go on a helicopter ride. There's also another luau event we can go to. That was really fun. Oh! What about snorkeling and swim with the turtles. I know how much you love turtles."

Yeah, you know about that because you remember the time when I went with Journee.

And yes. We're back with the cameras everywhere, people telling us what to do and how to do it, lights all in our faces, and makeup plastered all over our bodies just so the camera doesn't capture any marks on our bodies. They want us to be picture perfect around here.

And guess who's eating it all up?

I'm surprised they know nothing about what's happened over the last several days. Either that or they do know but they don't want America knowing about it. They don't want to ruin Kyra's perfect image.

This is insane.

"Honey, are you listening? What would you like to do? Oh, maybe we can walk around the shops and surprise each other with what we find? It's just you and me, babe. For the rest of our days."

Oh, she's really acting now. These must be my last hours to live.

We're back at square one, all of us pretending and putting on this mask just to please people who enjoy drama and foolishness.

"Cut, cut, cut! Tripp, what's going on? Kyra's trying to spend time with you and you ignore her like she's not even there. Focus, man," the director says as he walks back towards his chair that sits behind the camera.

That's right because, when you're behind the cameras, nobody can see you. You can look like shit, be a shitty ass person, and do stupid shit behind the cameras, right?

Kyra's able to get a quick word in and I roll my eyes.

"Look, Tripp, I know that you're pissed right now. You have every right to be."

She finally says something true. She's damn right, I do.

"But we can get through this, okay? After today, it'll be like all of this never happened and we can go back to the way it was before we got here. Everything will be much better when we get home. You'll see," she continues.

Yeah, it surely will because I'm leaving as soon as I get to her house.

If I have to stay with Ryker, I'll gladly do it. I'll move to a different state and chill with Cam if I have to. I'll be heartbroken, leaving Safari, but I can't stick around.

I've lost interest in this Hollywood-made marriage a long time ago. It's not even real anymore and I refuse to keep living in fairytale land with someone that's a figment of my nightmares.

"Action!" The director calls before Kyra and I walk through the sand, holding hands as directed. She's too busy looking through her phone, picking out places to go, while I'm remembering all the things that happened last night.

I really miss Journee.

After leaving her, feelings of depression and sadness rear their ugly heads as I face the fact that I had to go back to Kyra.

Luckily, as I entered, Kyra was sleeping and I didn't have to listen to her crying about our marriage.

It wasn't until the filming crew bust in on our breakfast time and said it was time to shoot for this stupid reality show again. I figured that this would only last for one more day so I decided to go along with everything. This was supposed to be the last episode of the show.

Well, that was until they revealed that they were approved for a second season. I was livid but Kyra was so excited that she held onto me so tightly and reached over for a kiss. I tilted my head away and my face scrunched itself.

She'll be doing this season alone because I want nothing to do with the industry after this episode. I know that I'll still be recognized for a while but that should blow away after so long. Nobody stays well-know and famous forever.

I'm tired of smiling in these people's faces and crying behind them. Nobody seems to care about how much Hollywood can fuck with your mental health because you're being pushed to do something and you have to follow directions. It's like you're selling yourself just to make other people happy.

Let's not forget that critics go in on you, especially if it's something they didn't like. You can give the greatest performance of your life and they still won't be pleased.

"Tripp, can I just tell you that I'm so happy that you are my husband? I love you so much..."

Her words go through one ear and out the other because she's so fake that she should be in jail for fraud.

What a wonderful actress she is because everyone else is buying it while I'm growing angrier with each word she says.

"I promise to never hurt you, lie to you, cheat on you, or let you down..."

Her lips are dripping with poison and every lie that comes from them creates dark clouds of pollution in my head.

But, yet, you've done all these things to me. How crazy is this?

"This vacation has helped us grow in our marriage. Don't you think so, babe?"

"Not at all."

That accidentally slipped out and Kyra's eyes grow big right after that, knowing what I said was wrong.

"CUT! What the fuck was that, Tripp?!" The director hollers as he marches to me in rage.

Well, I honestly don't know what that was. It just came out.

He continues to step to me with his fists balled up on his sides and his teeth clenched together. Well, looks like I fucked up again.

"Either you're get it together and play along or you're gonna get cut. Which one?" He growls in my face.

'Play along or be cut'. The world of show biz.

Around here, people like to play along all the time. When the truth is revealed, they have no idea what to do. I guess the game is over for them after that, getting 'cut'.

"Alright, let's do this again with Tripp actually doing what he's supposed to. And action!" The director yells.

Once again, Kyra and I walk hand-in-hand across the sand as she repeats what she said earlier. She gives me this worried look and I look away.

The ocean is enticing with its sparkly reflection. It's as if the sun is showing it off, giving the water the spotlight, and the water relaxes.

When the moon rises, the waves get stronger. There's a calm between the sun and the water. What does that mean though?

Immediately, I think about Journee and the connection between us. She used to be the sunshine in my life, making me feel chill and calm every time I see her. What if she still is-

Well, she still is the sunshine in my life. Everyday is summertime when I'm around her and I feel free around her. I can be myself around her. This is what I want again.

I turn back to Kyra, hold her hands, and take a deep breath.

"Kyra, these last few days have really changed the direction that our marriage is going in..."

Her smile is so bright, as if that was a compliment. She's laughing like I'm about to go along with this still.

I ain't done though.

"It's gone from a two-lane street to a three-lane highway. I guess you can get where you really want to go in the other lane but this lane is ending..."

Kyra's smile fades away slowly as everyone else's jaws have dropped. I look around, slightly regretting what I just said, but I have to continue or else the director will holler at me again.

Letting her hands go, I say "That lane was ending already but you were just to scared to merge over with me knowing. Now, you can. You and your second passenger can finally have what you've always wanted."

Cameras are still rolling as Kyra's coughing from the embarrassment, trying to hide the truth about what's going on here.

"Tripp, the cameras are still on-"

"Oh, I know. I just want all the crew, the rest of your 'cast', the director, and all of America to see you happy with your other man than be miserable with me. You deserve that and everyone else wants to see you happy."

Now, her jaw drops as everyone else starts drooling at this point. Kyra's eyes grow wider and wider by the second and she freezes in her stance.

After a while, she pulls me to the side, away from the cameras, and says "Tripp, what are you doing? You're supposed to go along with this. We'll deal with our problems-"

"Oh no. This is your problem. I'm stepping out of this equation. Plus, I figured that playing along is getting us nowhere. I'm done playing Clue with you, guessing how much you truly love me everyday and attempting to put the pieces together. Game's over babe. You win."

We both look over and find that the filming crew has moved closer to us and is still recording. I'm in shock but it could be a good thing, for once, that they have cameras in my face.

"Can you guys back up and stop filming?! I need to talk to my husband for a minute!" She screams but her plea is denied.

I'm smiling on the inside as the director says "Actually, this is good stuff. People will be talking about this for a while. Continue, Tripp. What were you saying?"

I look back at an astounded Kyra and do what the director says.

"You can have everything your pretty little heart desires. Everything except me. Hopefully, your other man can provide for you better than I can. You know? Be the strong, confident man you've always wanted. Just know that I tried and I can only give you so much."

After taking my wedding band off, I study it for a minute and sigh. All of the pain, discomfort, lies, tears, and fear that's been packed into this band is finally placed into the hands of its creator.

I close her hand and wish her the best before walking off on her, leaving her and the filming crew to decide what to do next.

Freedom has never felt this great.