The honeymoon in Capri was nothing compared to Acapulco with Jack back in 1953. About fifteen years before. However when I went to Skorpios, I struggled to see Jack. Turns out that Ari had received an anonymous tip off that I had went to see him on our wedding night. We had a massive argument about it and he accused me as a 'tramposo'. However when the Press asked what the whole argument was about, Ari refused to sell information and we patched up in that way.

However my life was happy. I returned to New York and then back to Skorpios every now and then. But then , a few years into marriage, another argument broke out between me and Ari.

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Skorpios

"Ari!" Jackie screamed. She watched as Ari lunged forward and threw an ashtray at her. She ducked behind the sofa and the ashtray shattered as it hit the solid wall behind her. The glass shattered and fell onto her hair. Once again Jackie screamed. "You've been seeing him again haven't you?!" Ari roared. 

Jackie slowly got to her feet, trembling. "What do you mean?" Jackie stammered. She shook with fear. However she already knew what he meant. 

"You've been seeing the so called "Late President"!" Ari yelled. He then picked up a golf club and hurled it at her. Jackie fell to the floor again. The golf club hit off the wall before landing on her head. "AH!" Jackie shrieked in pain. Ari however didn't come over to assist or help his now bleeding wife. When she got to her feet, Jackie felt the back of her head. 

When she looked at her shaking hand, it was dripping with blood. Ari had a look of anger right across his face. "Jacqueline, I didn't marry you so you could cheat on me" Ari yelled. Jackie made his quiet. 

"Ari listen to me" Jackie sounded quiet but serious. 

"Why should I listen to you-" Ari was interrupted. 

"Ari. I'm not cheating on you. I wouldn't dare. Am I not allowed to speak to Jack?" Jackie tried to patch it up. Ari remained silent. "Yes, you can talk to Jack" Ari's voice was much calmer than what it was several moments ago. 

"Well, just because I'm speaking to him doesn't mean I'm cheating. It would an affair if I slept with him". 

"But you have!" Ari reminded her. "Not since, he apparently died. That was nearly eleven years ago. It was 1963. This is 1974. Times have moved on" Jackie appeared relaxed. Ari took a few glances before turning away. He stroked his face before pushing back his hair and letting out a deep breath. 

"Alright" he hesitated. "Fine. I'm sorry". Upon hearing this, Jackie went and hugged him. Then she set off in her car towards Hill House. Her head still bleeding, she needed to see Jack.