Guilt. That was all I felt.
I had been nothing but selfish all through the honeymoon trip—petty, even. And honestly, I could admit that now. Mr. Thorne had let me have my way most of the time, despite my attitude. I really did appreciate that, even if I didn’t show it.
But this?
This wasn’t what I wanted to happen.
The rain kept pounding down, soaking through my jacket and chilling me to the bone as I banged on the hotel door like my life depended on it. And honestly? At that moment, it felt like it did.
“Hello?!” I shouted, my voice muffled by the storm. I slammed my fist against the wood again, ignoring the dull ache in my knuckles. “Is anyone in there? Open up! It’s pouring out here!”
I turned to Mr. Thorne, who stood a few steps behind me, hands shoved into his coat pocket
