Jasmine's POV
The bedroom door was already open.
I stepped inside and froze.
The space was enormous. A massive bed dominated the center, draped in dark gray linens that looked impossibly expensive. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one wall, overlooking the city skyline.
I set my suitcase down, my hand trembling slightly.
Three years.
We'd been married for years in my past life, and I'd never once been allowed in this room.
I'd slept in the guest bedroom. Always the guest bedroom. Even after the wedding. Even after he'd used me and discarded me like trash.
He'd kept this space to himself. His sanctuary. His domain.
And now here I was, standing in the middle of it, realizing just how little I'd ever meant to him.
The bathroom door stood slightly ajar, and I walked over, pushing it
