Crazy but I love him still…

Ruby

I grabbed a bottle of champagne and two other wines from the bar, and went back to the living room. I was going to drown my sadness in alcohol instead of beating myself up and waiting for an imaginary angel to save me. I was seated when I remembered I hadn’t got a glass. But then, who needs a glass to get drunk? A gulp after another, I downed the three bottles till I got drunk and slept off right on the tiles...

It was the ray of light from the window that woke me in the morning. I held my hand over my eyes as I tried to get up so I could pull the curtain, but as I got up, I felt the onset of a hammering headache. It was so intense that I had to hold my head with both hands and I could no longer go to the window. I just sat and leaned back on the couch.

Hangovers are my worst nightmare and that's why I try not to drink more than I can handle, but I really needed it last night…

This wasn’t how I was supposed to wake up the morning after my wedding. I was supposed to be in bed with my husband, tangled in white sheets, and sore from passionate love-making all night. But then, here I was, alone on the couch with a face smeared with makeup, and still in my wedding dress, which was now rumpled and soaked with tears.

My phone lit up just then, and I grabbed it to check what it was. My eyes got so big, and I quickly jumped to her feet when I saw the time.

We were supposed to be traveling for our honeymoon this morning. The flight is scheduled for ten, and it’s already past nine.

I bolted upstairs on shaky feet, my heart pounding in my ears, only to freeze once I opened the door and saw our bedroom.

The bed was decorated with rose petals scattered all over it. The scented candles had already melted down to their waxy ends, and there was a bottle of champagne still sitting unopened in the ice bucket.

Of course, everything was untouched. Asher didn’t come home, so I saw no need to come in here. I didn’t even know there was something like that. His mom must have hired someone to do it, not knowing that her son had other plans.

I couldn’t even cry, I just stood there, breathing hard while staring at the wedding ring on my finger till my eyes started to blur with tears. With Camila in his life, the ring might be all I’d ever get while she’d get his heart, body, and everything…

If there’s any hope left to save my marriage, then it’s this honeymoon trip. Asher wouldn’t miss it, not with how much he loves Paris.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, forced my numb legs to move, and then hurried into the bathroom.

I showered fast, and then sat at the dressing table, trying to hide my pain and swollen eyes under layers of makeup.

“Fake it, Ruby. Fake it till it feels real.” I muttered to myself as I curled my hair and dabbed on lipstick. I chose a sexy dress that clung to every curve in my body. I needed to look irresistible and remind Asher that I could be the fantasy too.

My driver was already waiting, and he zoomed off the moment I was in. We were soon at the airport, and my heart leaped in anticipation, as I made my way in. I scanned every face and checked every gate, but Asher wasn’t there.

I thought he was running late, so I found a cool spot and waited.

An hour passed, then two, then five. My heart ached as I watched people get on board, while I just sat there like a ghost.

I called his phone a dozen times, but he wouldn’t answer or reply to my texts.

Even after we missed our flight, I wasn’t worried. I knew once he got here, he only had to make a phone call, and we’d be on the next available flight.

Nine hours later, reality finally hit me. Asher wasn’t coming. I was so pained, but I couldn’t cry in public. My pictures would make the headlines, and I wasn’t ready for that just a day after my lavish wedding.

I called the driver, and he was ready in no time. Once I got in, I pulled my phone and called Asher’s assistant, thinking maybe he had already resumed work. I didn’t want to believe that he spent our wedding night with Camila, and now abandoned our honeymoon trip for her.

“Hi Linda, is my husband at the office?” I asked, holding my breath.

“No, ma’am. He’s not on the schedule,” she answered.

“Do you know where he is?”

“No, I’m sorry. Is there any problem though?” She asked while I quickly chuckled.

“Oh not at all, he said he was dropping something off, so I thought he meant the office. Guess I was wrong. Thank you, Linda,” I said, and then quickly hung up.

My hands were still tightened around my phone when it beeped. It was a text message from an anonymous ID.

“Asher is so handsome when he’s sleeping in the arms of his true love. But you can’t relate, can you? Because you will never be that woman to him.”

I thought that was all until I saw the pictures of Asher shirtless in a bed, sleeping peacefully with Camila’s arms wrapped around him.

I stared at the screen, rage surging through me. Of course, Camila was the anonymous person who sent the message. The smirk on her face said it all. She wanted me to know that she owns him, that she stole my wedding night and now my honeymoon too.

I gritted my teeth and clenched the phone so tightly I thought it would snap in half. I sat up straight in the car and made up my mind not to accept defeat.

I wasn’t going to sit by and watch that evil bitch steal what’s mine. I worked hard for this and waited patiently till I got it.

It won’t be easy, but I’m ready to play the game and win my husband’s heart.

“If you don’t come home tonight, I’m telling everyone first thing in the morning that you’re missing!” I sent the message to Asher.

Of course, I didn’t mean it, he’d hate me for it. It was just my way of making sure he leaves her and come home to me.

I got home, took a shower, sprayed his favorite perfume and got on the bed, waiting for him.

It was midnight when I finally heard his car pull into the driveway. I quickly sat up once the bedroom door opened and he walked in. The moment I saw him, every bit of anger dissolved like salt in the water. He looked so handsome and all I could think of was how much I loved him.

“Asher,” I called out softly.

“Not now, Ruby. I’m tired.” He didn’t even stop to look at me.

When he walked past me, I smelled her on him and that just made me crazy.

“Really, Asher? You left me at the airport,” I snapped. “You knew we had a flight. You knew what today was, and you left me there like a fool.”

“You are a fool if you believe I was going to go on a honeymoon trip with you. We both know that this marriage was a mistake.” He turned slowly, his eyes blank.

“I’m your wife…”

“Of course, you’re my ‘wife’. You got what you wanted but that ended yesterday. Don’t fool yourself into thinking it’s more than that. I’ll never love you. My heart already belongs to Camila, and nothing is ever going to change that.” His words really broke me, but I refused to shatter, so I lifted my chin and replied to him.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to change your mind.”

“You can try, but don’t hold your breath.” He scoffed and walked away.

That hurt so deeply, but I didn’t let him see the tears building up in my eyes. I slowly turned and got back into bed. I begged sleep to take me out of my pain, but it refused. I just laid there, sobbing in silence till I felt the mattress shift under his weight. Despite his words and actions, I still felt safer with him there…

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Asher was no longer there, and I just assumed he’d gone to work. I stood up slowly and made my way into the bathroom but then froze at the sight in front of me.

Asher was there in the shower, stark naked with the water rolling down his perfectly sculpted back. It was my first time seeing those broad shoulders, tight abs, and muscular thighs. I had always imagined so many times what he looked like under those custom suits, but nothing prepared me for what I was seeing.

My whole body yearned for him, and it got even worse when he turned, and I saw what he looked like down there. He was huge, and it was my loud gasp that gave me away.

“What the heck?!” he yelled at me.

“I… I’m sorry…” I quickly ran out, shutting the door behind me. My heart was racing, and my cheeks burned.

God, he was so f*cking hot. A Greek god carved in flesh!

He soon came out in a towel, and I kept stealing glances as I walked over to the bathroom. I was so engrossed that I missed my step and tripped over the edge of the rug.

“Ruby!” he barked, flying over and catching me just in time.

I was so scared, I thought I was going to fall as I didn’t expect him to save me. As I struggled to get up, my hand grabbed his towel by accident, and it fell, revealing his naked body.

I was again frozen, and it was his scream that slapped me back to life.

“What the heck is wrong with you? Are you insane?” He yelled and pushed me away.

“I… I’m sorry… God, I didn’t mean to…”

“Get out!” he hissed.

I fled into the bathroom, my face on fire, heart pounding like a drum. I got under the shower, but I didn’t even know if my body was properly washed or not. The whole time, my head was filled with pictures of Asher’s hot body and how much I wanted him.

Asher was dressed when I came out, and looking sharp as always. I desperately wanted to hug and kiss him, but I dare not. It’s crazy how he’s my husband and I dare not touch him, but his mistress enjoys all that and more…

“Let’s have dinner together tonight. I’ll make your favorite.” I didn’t even think, the words just flowed out.

“I already have dinner plans.” He glanced at his watch.

“What plans?” I asked, even though I already knew.

“You really want to know?” He looked at me like I was stupid.

“No,” I whispered, stepping back.

“Didn’t think so.” He grabbed his keys and stormed out.

I stood there, wrapped in silence and still… crazy as it sounds… I love him so much.