Suddenly he began wooing her, bouquets of flowers, boxes of chocolates, her favorite candy, jewelry, surprise dates and the promises which she realized that he'd never keep after their wedding night. Then he proposed and it was honestly one of the happiest days of her life because she was even happier when they said I do. Six months later, they were married, and she finally had everything she'd ever wanted. She was a successful businesswoman and was married to the man of her dreams. He threw her the big wedding she'd dreamed of since she was but a young girl. An action which she took to mean that he loved her just as much as she did him and he knew her. And then everything changed.
On their wedding night in a resort at the Maldives, she sat on the bed clutching her dress and waiting for him to get back to their suite from handling his final business deals. If she had to admit it to herself, she was eager, as eager as a virgin on her wedding night. This was because despite the fact that they'd previously had sex, she didn't remember anything about that night. She smiled to herself when she remembered that he'd refused being intimate before he'd officially wed her. She was even more impressed with him as a result, and she fell for him even deeper.
An hour later, she decided to curl herself on her side of the bed and wait for him. She urged herself to exercise patience and not to worry. Another hour passed, then another hour and she was fighting off sleep due to fatigue after the long day she'd had. A quarter to midnight she was awoken by the sound of the door opening and a groan. Then she heard a muffled thud after the door was closed. A thud which she later realized was the sound of her newlywed husband hitting the floor. Then no more sound. Worried, she got up from the bed to check on him. As she clumsily squatted on the floor still in her gown trying to check on his state, she smelt the unmistakable stench of alcohol wafting off him. And being the short-tempered person she was, she almost kicked him back to his senses. While she'd been anxious, waiting for him, he'd been drinking. Despite the fact that she knew that it was wrong on his part, she found him an excuse, something which she found herself regularly doing since they'd been wed. Maybe he was just as nervous as she was, she tried to excuse his actions though as time went on, she sadly had to admit to herself that being the intelligent woman she was, she had known deep inside that the problem lay deeper than her excuse made it seem.
She finally managed to drag him to the bed and took off his shoes. As she sat by his side of the bed, she wiped his face with a warm towel and admired him quietly. His perfectly arched brow, the sideburns and a slight beard. Coming down to his lips, she placed a feather-light kiss on their corners. She loved this man.
The following day, she woke up past midday to an empty bed and a note. He'd left her alone, on their honeymoon. He didn't even wake her to let her know that he was leaving. She suddenly had the feeling that he was deliberately avoiding her. What had changed? Because this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Before their wedding, he'd been the perfect man, why would he suddenly do this to her?
'Take care of yourself and enjoy the beach. Something came up at the company and I had to go handle it. Alexander.' The note said. No, I love you, no loving husband, not even your husband, nothing. Just Alexander. Come to think of it, he'd never said those three words to her. So why did he marry her?
She was crushed. This was her honeymoon. It was supposed to be filled with love and romance, but she was alone. But she could understand, she thought to herself. She had a company too and she knew that sometimes work had to come first. She took a walk by the beach and booked a flight back home set to leave early the next day. She couldn't stay here alone. That was just pathetic and pitying herself the previous day was enough pity for her.
Early the following morning she arrived back home and had her assistant, Kelly, pick her up at the airport. Kelly drove her to her matrimonial home. The mansion which she'd be living in with Alex, her husband, his home. It was a beautiful Equestrian Estate.
She walked into the mansion excitedly hoping that he was home, and he was. He was dressed in an Armani suit as was his norm, looking as handsome as ever. She ran to him and jumped into his arms as she'd always done, but his arms didn't offer her the security they'd previously done. He didn't wrap her in his arms as though he'd never let go. Instead, his arms remained still at his side, and his body was stiff. He was cold and aloof, just as he was on their accidental night. He was suddenly distant and indifferent. Kelly had already excused herself after her luggage had been brought up the stairs and into a different bedroom, not the master bedroom as per his instructions. She suddenly had a bed feeling.
"Scarlett Ariadne Luthor, you finally got what you wanted. I wooed you and married you as you'd wished. Now I hope that you can stop going after Ella. She's the woman I love. You used your family's wealth, power and connections to keep her away from me. In exchange for our future together I will give you three years of marriage. Three years later, we get a divorce. This is a good deal, and you should accept it. Three years later, she comes back to the country, and I fulfill my promise of marriage to her, and you no longer get involved in our lives."
She felt like she'd been splashed with ice-cold water, and she was frozen. Her hopes and dreams came crashing down on that fateful morning. He did all this for that woman, Ellean Thompson, his first girlfriend and now clearly, the love of his life. He didn't truly love her, and it was all fake.
"Ellean! What are you even talking about? I never did anything to her. She..." She tried explaining to him. Things weren't as they seemed.
"Stop it! You're still lying to me even now, after you got what you were aiming for. She's a good woman unlike you. She wouldn't stoop so low as to drug me. Now listen, I don't know what happened eight months ago and I don't care, you and I have never had sex post that night and never will consummate our marriage. I will never betray her. This is only a marriage in name. Behave like a good Mrs. Keller after all, you'd tried so hard to be."
"What about you? Will you at least try and be a good husband?" She wanted to ask but didn't. She didn't want any more disappointments. He'd shown her clearly that he wouldn't.
"Your bedroom is the one next to the master bedroom. You can enter any room except the master bedroom. I will stay there on the off chance that I'm around." He said. "I'm going on a business trip. Don't wait for me. I won't be back anytime soon."
And he didn't come back. Not that week or the next and eventually she grew accustomed to his absence.