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hand.
    “Thank you sir,” I said.
    He tipped his hat and closed the door. Sophie ro lled the window down and smiled. “I ’ll see you tomorrow , Miss Carter. ”
    I walk ed inside and saw that the hotel’s lobby was mo re intimate than I remembered : The towering ceiling gave way to chocolate colored columns that were flanked by warm light - boxes and soft brown furniture. There was a slight glow in the room, accentuated by dark wall panels and slender windows.
    Though no other guests were waiting at the front desk , all of the agents w ere busy talking on the phone.
    A bellman stepped in front of me. “How may I help you Miss?”
    “I need t o speak to the general manager . It’s an emergency.”
    “Certainly,” he said and signaled for me to follow him down a lo ng hallway . “What is your name Miss?”
    “Melody Sco—Melody Carter,” I stammered.
    “Wait here please,” he stepped inside a room concealed by frosted glass .
    I took a deep breath and waited ten minutes before Ryan Warren came out of the room. He was just as I remembered him— tall and muscular, messy brown hair, and bright b rown eyes that could see right through me.
    “Melody? What are you doing here? I thought you would be halfway around the world with Mr. I Could Buy New York I f I Wanted To by now.”
    “We never got married , ” I forced a lump back down my throat. “Well, we had the wedding and we were about to get married but—”
    “I’m so sorry ,” he hugged me. “What can I do for you?”
    Don’t cry… Don’t cry…
    “ I really need a place to stay for a couple of we eks while I search for a condo , and I was hoping for a discount. I know you don’t—”
    “A discount?” he scoffed. “Melody, I would never charge you for anything. You know that.”
    Maybe I should’ve dated him after all .
    “Thank you so much !”
    “It’s not a problem. I’ll even put you in one of our penthouse suites. My wife helped to design them so I’m sure she’d be upset if I d idn’t take the chance to show one off.”
    Maybe not.
    “I really appreciate this,” I wiped away a tear. “If you ever need a mention in the paper or anything I swear—”
    “Don’t worry about it,” he kissed my hand a nd led me back to the lobby.
     
     
    I sat in a cab trying to calm my shaking hands. I’d texted Sean earlier to let him know I would be coming over to get the rest of my things. I asked him not to be there.
    When the cab dropped me off, I stood in front of the brick brownstone and reminisced: Sean and I picked out the yellow roses and hydrangeas that sat underneath the windows. We picked the front door with frosted glass and gold trim. We e ven designed the “Love Lives Here ” welcome mat.
    I wonder how he explained everything to his housekeeper...
    I swallowed and rang the doorbell.
    There was no ans wer. I rang the doorbell again.
    “Who is it?” a woman’ s voice came over the intercom.
    I pressed the red button. “It’s me, Hannah! Melody !”
    The door opened immediately , but instead of seeing his housekeeper Hannah, I found myself face to face with blonde bitch.
    Her hair was in a short and shiny bob, not a single strand was out of place. She was ne rvously blinking her eyes, searching for something to say.
    I glared at her and resisted the urge to slap her senseless.
    “I’m sorry,” she took a step back. “I didn’t recognize you with red hair.”
    “Well, I still don’t recognize you so…”
    She looked hurt. “I’m sorry, I—”
    “Look, I’m not sure if there’s a proper protocol for meeting the home-wrecker, but excuse me if I didn’t call you . I texted Sea n and let him know I was coming earlier. I was living here a couple weeks ago you know? ”
    I felt my heart swell and blinked away a tear.
    I c an’t let this bitch see me cry.
    “My apologies,” she stepped a side and let me into the house.
    I walked past the open foyer, past the state of the art kitchen, and into the room that used to