Room for Two

POV: Fiona

I barely registered the soft click of the door locking behind me as I stumbled into the suite. My chest heaved, lungs straining to catch up with my frantic heartbeat. The world tilted beneath me, the plush carpet absorbing the weight of my shaking legs as I pressed my back against the door.

The room smelled of roses and vanilla. A cruel joke.

White petals lay scattered across the bed like remnants of a forgotten promise, their edges beginning to brown. A bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket by the window, condensation dripping down its sides. A handwritten card lay on the nightstand.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood. Wishing you a lifetime of love.

My stomach twisted violently. I slapped a hand over my mouth, stumbling toward the bathroom before I lost whatever scraps of food remained in my body. My knees hit the cold tile, and I barely made it to the toilet before I retched, my throat burning as I emptied my gut.