Page 30 of Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

"Well…yes," he said, gazing into my eyes. "There's nothing we can do about what happened downstairs."

"I feel so violated. Someone wanted to hurt us, to scare us. Doesn't that bother you?"

"I'm not going to be scared by some message written on a wall. I don't think you should be, either. Whoever trashed our room was a coward. And letting them ruin our wedding night only means they win. I don't want to be sorry. I want them to be sorry their actions didn't work."

He had a point, but I was so damn tired. "I can't blow it off the way you can. I feel bad. And I'm emotionally and physically exhausted. It's been a crazy long day. I've tried to be whatever someone wanted me to be since we arrived on this island, and I can't do it anymore. I can't pretend I'm not upset."

"You're right. I'm asking too much."

"It's not you. I'm not mad at you, Andrew. You know that, right?" I needed him to understand that. "It's the whole situation."

He nodded. "I get it. I just don't want you to look back on our wedding day and night and think about this."

The memories of this day and night were never going to be a highlight, but I couldn't tell him that, because, clearly, he'd had a lot more fun than I had. And I didn't want to ruin his memories. None of this was his fault.

At least, I hoped it wasn't his fault.

I did still wonder about Allison.Had she been the one to sneak into the suite and trash it? But how would she have gotten the key?

Although, Andrew didn't seem to have his key. He said it was in the villa he'd stayed at last night. Allison had probably been in that villa since she was friends with all of them.

"Lauren?" he asked, a question in his gaze. "What are you thinking about?"

"Allison," I admitted.

He blew out a frustrated breath. "You need to stop worrying about her, Lauren. Allison had nothing to do with what happened."

"You don't know that for sure."

"Neither do you."

"It makes the most sense."

"How on earth does it make sense?" A mix of anger and incredulity ran through his eyes.

"Because you two were involved before you and I got together. She might still have feelings for you, and whoever destroyed our bridal suite did it out of anger. Since I didn't invite any of my exes to our wedding, she's the best suspect."

His lips tightened. "She wouldn't do this."

"Well, I don't know her, because you've never told me anything about her. And you should have told me you were inviting someone to our wedding with whom you'd had an…intimate relationship."

He let out a heavy sigh. "It wasn't a relationship. I honestly didn't think it mattered. And if you had wanted to invite an ex, I would have trusted your decision. Why don't you trust mine?"

"Because it feels like you kept a secret from me."

"I didn't consider it to be a secret. We've been together constantly the last six months. We've barely spent a night apart. Do you really believe I was having something with Allison while we've been together?"

"Well, no, but you still should have told me."

"Maybe I should have. But putting that aside, Harper is a better suspect than Allison. She's been bitching all weekend about one thing or another. And what about Jamie? She was pissed off when Jeanette kicked her out of the cake-cutting photo, and she stormed off. Who knows where she went?"

"She was back for the bouquet toss. There wasn't enough time for her to vandalize the suite."

"Maybe. Maybe not. We can speculate all night, but we're not going to get to an answer. Let's wait and see what Martin can find on the security cameras."

"It didn't sound like they were operational."

"Maybe some of them were. Hopefully, they can narrow it down to who might have come into the building during the hours in question. Whether we get an answer or not, it's over."

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