Page 26 of Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

"You want to tell Bennett that? It's part of the campaign. It's what we signed on to do."

He was right. I really had no choice, and I definitely couldn't tell my boss's son that I was unwilling to participate in what he probably thought was a fun marketing event.

"Let's not worry about tomorrow," Andrew added. "It's the first night of our future together. That's something to celebrate."

I smiled, feeling like an idiot for not appreciating how fortunate I was to have met Andrew, fallen in love, and married him in a spectacular wedding ceremony. I was the luckiest woman in the world, and now I would get to be his wife, which was what I wanted most.

"Looks like we've arrived," he said as our horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the building.

Andrew helped me get down from the carriage. Then we said goodnight to the driver and hurried into the hotel. Privacy was seconds away, and I couldn't wait.

Andrew must have shared the same thought as he started kissing me the moment we got on the elevator, and when the doors opened, he swept me up off my feet and carried me down the hall to the bridal suite.

Then he gave me a sheepish smile as his gaze met mine. "I don't have the key."

"I thought everyone had a key," I said with a laugh. "Mine is in my bag. You're going to have to let me down."

"Damn. This was going to be so romantic," he said as he set me on my feet.

I dug through my bag, pulled out the keycard, and then opened the door.

"Wait. Let's try this again," he said, before I could move inside. He picked me up once more and carried me over the threshold.

As Andrew set me down on my feet, his gaze narrowed as it moved past me. "What the hell?"

I turned around to see what he was looking at, and my jaw dropped in shock.

Our beautiful bridal suite had been completely trashed: the sofa cushions thrown around on the floor, and the champagne glasses from our earlier drinks smashed on the floor. The snacks had been tossed against the wall with smears of dressing still dripping down the mirror.

Andrew suddenly moved, striding toward the bedroom. I ran after him to see even more chaos and horror: the bed ripped apart, the pillows tossed on the floor. Chocolates smashed on the sheets. And another broken champagne bottle with sparkly liquid still spreading across the hardwood floor.

Even worse than the destruction were the words written on the wall by the bed:

You'll be sorry…

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"Sorry?" I looked at Andrew in bewilderment. "Sorry about what?"

His lips tightened, his jaw and gaze harder than I'd ever seen them. "Who would do this?" he demanded.

"Someone who doesn't like us."

"Who doesn't like us?" he asked in bemusement.

I thought about all the people who'd given me a bad vibe the past two days and that included Harper and Jamie, who both had keys to the suite. But so did a lot of other people.

Jeanette had a key, Taylor and Carrie, the photographers and videographer, Megan…

Who knew who else had come and gone from this suite during the day? I hadn't been here in hours, not since we'd left for the ceremony.

"Lauren? Is something going on I don't know about?" Andrew asked, as if I were keeping some secret from him.

My eyes widened at his question. "You're asking me that?"

"Well, yeah. I don't know anyone who's pissed off at me. Is someone angry with you?"

I thought about that. "I can't imagine anyone doing this."

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