Now I knew how stupid I'd been.
He didn't answer right away. His voice was calm, the kind of calm you'd use to soothe a child throwing a tantrum.
"Why make yourself miserable over a plaything? We have twenty-eight years between us. You really want to throw that away over an outsider?"
"You're not young anymore, Brooklyn. No parents, no job. I'm the only one who'll take care of you. Keep pushing, and even that won't last."
He handed his luggage to his assistant. "I'll have my assistant take you somewhere nice, clear your head. I'm going to see Florence. Think about what I said."
The moment Noel turned away, he picked up the call. "Baby, your husband's on his way..."
That word. Husband. It hit me like a slap across the face.
I ran to the bathroom and threw up until tears streaked down my cheeks.
I pulled the pregnancy test from my pocket, the paper still warm. Then I took out my phone and made a call.
Noel was right about one thing.
I shouldn't keep putting myself through this.
I didn't have the strength for a honeymoon. I sent the assistant away and walked back to the bridal suite alone.
I punched in the code. Opened the door.
A man's low, breathless moan drifted out.