I was supposed to be here on my honeymoon.

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Instead, I’m alone. Heartbroken. Dumped weeks ago by a man who didn’t have the guts to end it before the invitations went out.

The trip was nonrefundable—so I came anyway, hoping a little sun might fix what he broke.

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What I didn’t expect was the very public breakdown I had at the check-in counter. Or the man who witnessed it.

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Geoff.

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He works for the resort—flirty, frustratingly gorgeous, and entirely too confident. He offered me his private cottage without blinking. I probably should’ve asked more questions… but I was tired, angry, and completely wrecked.

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Geoff was trouble. I saw that from the start. But he made me laugh when I didn’t think I could.

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Then he collapsed.

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No warning. No time to think. Just him, on the floor, struggling to breathe.

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Good thing I’m a paramedic.