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From The Princess I Hate to Love
When I imagined my wedding night, I never expected that I’d be standing outside my beloved wife’s bedroom door, pounding on it to let me inside.
“You can’t avoid me forever!” I pounded my fist one last time against the expensive wood.
“Of course I can. Have you seen this place? It’s f*****g huge!”
I heard what sounded like rustling. I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against the door. I’d imagined helping Niamh out of her wedding dress, but here I was, a dog barking at the door to be let in.
“Niamh,” I said, forcing calm into my voice. “We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m tired. Go away.”
I growled. I jiggled the knob, but it stayed firmly locked. Someone cleared their throat behind me, and I turned
