Our Wedding Was Ruined and I Found a Husband 47

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But something magnetic pulled me forward. Some invisible thread I couldn’t cut no matter how hard I tried. 

Jason’s door appeared before I could stop myself. 

This was insane. Dangerous beyond measure. Completely idiotic. 

Yet my fingers moved independently. Typing in the old code from 

pure 

muscle memory. 

4-7-2-8. 

The lock disengaged with a soft click. 

My breath stopped completely. He’d kept the same code. Six years later, nothing had changed. 

I pushed the door open slowly. Stepped across the threshold into forbidden territory. 

Everything looked identical. His scent slammed into me immediately–pine and leather and that indefinable something that belonged only to Jason. It wrapped around me like coming home after years lost in the wilderness. 

I’d forgotten how much I missed that smell. 

His bed was made with military precision. Desk organized meticulously. Everything exactly where it belonged. 

Then I spotted the shelf. 

It used to be empty. Now it held treasures that made my chest physically ache. 

I approached like I was defusing a bomb. One wrong move and everything would explode. 

The bookmark I’d made in high school. Construction paper and permanent markers. Childish artwork, sincere effort. The edges showed wear, like he’d actually used it regularly. 

A photograph. Both of us at some pack bonfire. I’m laughing at something he’d said. He’s watching me with this expression–like I’d hung every star in the sky personally. 

I’d completely forgotten that photo existed. 

The scarf I’d knitted during winter break. My absolute first attempt at knitting. Riddled with mistakes and dropped stitches. He’d worn it anyway, claimed it was perfect. 

Now it sat folded carefully. Preserved like something precious. 

A dried flower. From the garden where we’d kissed. I’d picked it nervously while babbling about botanical classifications to cover my awkwardness. He’d taken it from my trembling hand, tucked it behind my ear, and leaned in. 

My knees gave out. 

He’d saved everything. Every small gift I’d given him. Every memory we’d created together. 

I collapsed onto his bed. Touched each item with fingers that couldn’t stop shaking. 

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Tears came without permission. I didn’t bother wiping them away. 

All these years, I’d convinced myself the truth was simple. He never really cared. I’d been nothing but a convenient distraction. A secret he was embarrassed about. 

But this collection? This careful preservation of memories? 

This looked suspiciously like love. 

I lifted the photograph. Traced my younger face with one finger. That girl had been so hopeful. So naive about how the world actually worked. 

“He kept you,” I whispered to her. “Even after everything fell apart.” 

For one dangerous moment, I let myself believe. Let myself imagine that maybe Jason had genuinely loved me. That maybe I’d actually mattered beyond convenience. 

That maybe- 

The door opened. 

I spun around. Photo clutched in my hand. Tears still streaming down my face. 

Jason filled the doorway. 

His expression defied interpretation. Shock, possibly. Anger, definitely. Something else I couldn’t identify. 

“What are you doing in here?” His voice came out quiet. Dangerous quiet. 

I stood quickly. Set down the photo with hands that wouldn’t cooperate. 

“I was looking for the bathroom. Must’ve gotten turned around.” 

“Lost.” He stepped inside. The door closed behind him with finality. “In a restricted wing. Behind a locked door. 

“The door was already open-” 

“No.” He moved closer. “That door was locked. With a code that maybe five people know.” 

My pulse hammered. “Your mother gave me access. She said I could store some documents here during the meeting.” 

The lie flowed out smoothly. I’d practiced deception long enough to make it believable. 

But Jason’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “My mother doesn’t have my room code.” 

Shit. 

“Then I must’ve misheard. Maybe she meant a different room-” 

“Stop lying.” He closed the distance between us. So close I could feel heat radiating off him. “Who are you really? 

“I’m Vanessa Harper. We’ve established this already-‘ 

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“Vanessa Harper wouldn’t know my door code. Wouldn’t know where to find my private quarters, Wouldn’t be standing here crying over photographs of strangers.” 

His hand shot out. Caught my wrist before I could retreat. 

“So, I’ll ask one more time.” His grip was firm without being painful. Absolutely inescapable. “Who the hell are you?” 

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