When I taught in Eleuthera many moons ago, the locals would say that at the Glass Windows Bridge the Atlantic water was on one side and the Caribbean water was on the other, though technically it was too far north to be part of the Caribbean.
One thing I liked about the spot was that the name was apt: there was no glass, there were no windows, and it wasn’t a bridge.
Guana Cay is north of Eleuthera, directly east of Freeport. The Beatles once did a cover of a traditional Guana Cay tune, “I Guana Hold Your Hand.”
Seriously, a woman marries a college football hunk, who evidently is making a ton of money if he can afford to spend copious amounts of time in the Bahamas, and who evidently loved his wife...and she destroys it all for lust, and THEN adds murder to it, like David with Bathsheba and Uriah. Someone’s always knocking at her door, and it wasn’t Jesus.
Power, lust, money, and pride know no limits.
I’m not at all surprised by this or anything else that happens with folks who appear to have it all.
The longer I live, the crazier people get.