He closed the door and walked in as I looked up. He looked like he was having a pretty bad hangover. His hair was disheveled and he had removed his tie and blazer. A few of his top buttons were open. Something on his chest caught my attention. I froze as I realized what it was.

Red Lipstick. He..he was with another girl. On our wedding night. He...he cheated on me. How could...Why did...Did he not even respect me? Get a grip Amy. He doesn't love you. He is not the Aaron you fell for.

"Had a good night, Amelia?" the bastard asked smiling.

I blinked back my tears. When I didn't reply, he continued leaning against the wall, " Funny, you are still sitting exactly where I left you last night. If it wasn't for the change of clothes, I would have assumed you hadn't moved an inch from last night. Anyways, what are you waiting for? Start cleaning this mess you made last night. There are glasses everywhere. I would have said please be careful, but where's the fun in that. After all my job is to make your life a hell and I like to excel at everything I do. You should know. You got a sample of it for a year."

That's it. How dare he throw it to my face!

"Do you honestly think that after everything you did I will stay here? You may have managed to fool me for a year but if you think I am gonna act like some damsel in distress and beg you to explain yourself or to love me back, you need to think better. I may have loved you but I love myself more. I respect myself too much to let you throw shit at me. You may have been the love of my life and the center of my universe, but I know that my life doesn't end at you. So, I am moving out. I can't stay under the same roof with a man like you. I will send the divorce papers soon. Bye, Mr. Kingston. Hope you get your brain tested and treated before I see you next time, that is if I ever have the misfortune to see you again", I told him and turned to got to my room.

"Where will you go?" he asked.

"Do not act like you care. Do not ask me questions that will make me want to kill you, Aaron. I cannot take more of this", I spoke angrily.

"What will you tell my parents? I am sure they won't like to hear that their precious daughter-in-law left her home the very next day of her marriage", he asked again.

"You are an amazing liar, Aaron. Spin up some more and just answer all their questions. Or even better. Tell them what a psycho their son is", I gritted.

"What will you tell the media? I am sure they won't leave you that easily without an answer."

"We got married in private. The media doesn't even know of it yet."

"Get your facts updated then. The picture from our wedding are flooding on the internet"

"We had decided we are not revealing to the media just yet. You had promised you will take care of it." I told him anger lacing my voice.

"I had promised a lot of things before we married. I am not planning to fulfil most of them. Don't keep your hopes so high", he scoffed.

"I do not care. I will just answer the media. I will tell them that...that you...you are gay."

"That won't do any good to your reputation. Plus, there are plenty who can attest to the exact opposite of that."

"Then, I will tell them that you are an insane serial killer. Stop asking stupid questions. Whatever happens I will deal with it. Just not you."

"So you have planned everything already? Thought everything through? You are all set huh? Nothing will change your mind?" he crossed his arms.

"Yes", I said with finality in my voice.

"Great! So, will you tell your brother the good news or I should?" he asked me and I looked at him confused. What good news?

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Oh, did I forget to mention? The prenup, darling. The prenup", he said as he settle in the chair across me. "The prenup says that if you file for a divorce under any circumstances, I get all your and your brother's shares in Lawson Enterprises. Yes, that's correct. I become the seventy five percent share holder of Lawson Enterprises and you and your brother will be on streets", he said with a shrug.

"I did not sign any such god damned document", I yelled.

"No, you did. Look at the file under the coffee table." I was looking at the file before he even completed his sentence.

"How...how is this possible? I never signed...signed a prenup. I don't remember doing this at all", I whispered as I looked through the pages.

"Do you remember signing those documents for marriage license?" the bloody jerk had the audacity to smirk. "It was behind those documents in the file. Tsk, you should have checked the documents when I told you to."

"I trusted you, you bastard", I threw the file on his face. It was a fucking copy. There will be no use of tearing it.

"My mother would not like to hear that", he winced.

"Do hell with you. Do hell with your family. For all I know they too are a part of this game. Why would I care for anyone of them?" I yelled.

"Amelia, no one except me was a part of this plan. It was just me. What they felt for you or how they behaved with you was completely true. Don't drag them in this", he said seriously.

"So, you are the only sick bastard in your family."

"Yeah, the only one unlike you-", he stopped whatever he was saying and closed his eyes. He took a deep breadth and looked to his left. Then, he looked at me in the eye and said, "I told you. Do not take me for a fool. I have planned this very well. You have no way out." He got up from his chair and walked towards his room.

"Then, I will file a police case, Aaron." I threatened him.

He looked at me surprised and the broke into fits of laughter. "And what exactly will you tell them? That my husband married me because he hates me and I cannot file for divorce because I signed a prenup? There is no proof that you didn't know about the prenup before you signed it. The marriage license says that you married me out of your own free will. I can always pretend that I love you in front of everyone like I always do. You think police will believe it? You think anyone will believe?" I hate it when he bloody makes sense.

"Let me make one thing clear to you, Amelia." He took a step forward and I took one back. It continued till my back touched the wall and he had cornered me. "You are stuck with me. Whether you like it or not, you have no way out of this. I have thought through this for really long. Anything and everything that your brain can come up with to get out of this has a counter and that counter is in that prenup. The day you signed it, you unknowingly signed your death warrant. So, like it or not, you do as I say if you want to save your company."

He moved away from me and I stared at the lipstick on his chest. He followed my gaze. He wiped it away and without a word turned to leave to his room.

"What have I done to you, Aaron? What have I done to deserve this? Why do I have to live with a man who hates me? Why did I get a husband who cheated on me on my wedding night? Even the court tells an accused his mistake before giving him his punishment. I don't even know my mistake Aaron. Why?" I asked him with tears as I slid down to the floor and cried my heart out.

"What you have done is not the reason for this. What you have not done might be the reason for this. What happened in the end is definitely the reason for this." Aaron answered.

I looked at him confused as I could not understand what he meant at all.

"What you need to know for now Amelia is that except us no one knows the reality of this wedding. No one has to know. You will pretend in front of the world just like I do. You will not talk to anyone about this and do everything that I ask you to do which means cleaning, cooking and laundry as well. If you are thinking, I am not a maid, then it is better you do not think at all. I decide what you do and what you don't. And if you do not follow my orders, I think the prenup will tell you what will happen. Do not forget, I am the boss here and I have the upper hand right now. If you are still going to plan ways to get out of this marriage, I would like to warn you, Amelia. Take one wrong step. One step that can even cause the slightest harm to my name or my company, I will bring you and your brother to the streets. Try as hard as you can but there is no way out." He turned and left to his room.

30 minutes later...

I threw the damned file at the window.

That bloody prenup is absurd. Who in the right mind would put such idiotic conditions? Why would he make a fucking prenup like this?

To torture you, of course.

Even that bastard's voice is also not leaving my head. Fucking idiot.

I am not even kidding. For the last thirty minutes, all I did was go through every detail of it. There are so many bloody clauses and all are in his favor and none, not even a single one, in mine. There's a clause against mental harassment charges as well. It is almost like he had googled "Ways to torture your wife" and added everything against it in the prenup. How could I have missed this and not seen it in the file? I am not sure who I am more angry one right now. Him or myself.

Never had I trusted someone so blindly in the twenty three years of my life before I met him. Well, except her. But, no one else. The first time I go against my better senses and this is where I land up. I can't believe this is happening. I was so happy just until last evening. I had never thought that I will find ways to get out of marriage on the very next day of my marriage.

I had always considered marriage as a very special holy bond. Call me old school, but I had always thought that when I get married it will be for life. I never believed in divorces. I had always imagined myself immensely in love with my husband and have a small, sweet, close-knitted family. I never had any flings before Aaron. I always looked for serious relationships. I loved the idea of a friendship turned into a romance kind of love story. Aaron was just all of this until last night.

As I was thinking of this, my cell phone pinged. Looking at it my mood turned from sad to sour to angry in one second. Any guesses who it was?

If the living room mess is not cleaned in thirty minutes, I will personally shift all of it into your bedroom. Or better yet, I will make you walk on the glasses and then make you drive to the hospital. Trust me I can do it.

Yes, I definitely trust you to do this. Can't expect anything better from you.

I texted back before storming out of my room. What the hell does he think of himself? He needs to clean his damned messed up head before his living room. The jerk had the audacity to glare at me when I reached the living room. He was just exiting the kitchen and made his way to the couch with his laptop in his one hand and a glass of lemon juice in the other. He doesn't even care that I haven't eaten anything since last night.

"Next time, you text me such words, I will make sure -"

"Your damned empty threats do not scare me. So, do not bother trying." I cut him off as I started cleaning the mess.

"Don't scare, huh? And yet, you are cleaning this mess", he smirked.

"I do not like messy things. So, I am doing it for myself."

He settled on the couch and looked at me. "Hmm, I remember that. In fact, before our marriage, I had thought you would ask me to employee a housemaid for us. But, I am glad you didn't. It is fun to see you struggling to do this."

"Why would I ask for a housemaid? I clearly remember you saying you do not like servants in your home", I said before I could stop myself.

Very well done, Amy! Give him more reasons to mock you. I mentally scolded myself. I didn't even bother looking up at him and continued cleaning. I am sure he must be smirking or must be having an amused or mocking look.

"I...I mean I won't struggle with it as much as you think I will. I am used to cleaning and cooking by myself", I quickly corrected.

"Really? Let's see how well you can do that then" he said and accidentally knocked the glass of juice on the coffee table. The juice spread all over the table and the floor exactly where I just fucking cleaned.

"Oops." he gave me a smug look and I glared at him.

I continued cleaning without a word. He looked back to his screen and continued what he was doing.

Dear God, please burn him in hell after this. Concentrate, Amy. You are cleaning glass. Stop thinking about him or else you will hurt yourself.

I was done in next five minutes and the place looked spotless. I was proud of myself. Finally, I can get something to eat. I thought to myself.

"Get me another glass of lemon juice", he ordered as he continued working on his laptop.

"Ask nicely or get it yourself."

"For the last forty minutes, I have heard enough of 'bastard', 'jerk', 'asshole', 'fucking idiot', to know that you have already read the prenup, back and forth. Do I need to remind you anything anymore? I don't think your memory is that weak", he said looking up from above his spectacles.

"Yeah, yeah seventy five percent shares. Money-minded crackpot." I gritted as I walked to the kitchen.

"You need to learn better curses, Amy", he yelled from the couch.

"Don't call me that. Only my friends call me Amy and you are far from it." I yelled back as I poured the lemon juice in a glass.

"Should I call you 'wifey' then?" he asked looking at his laptop.

"I would prefer you don't talk to me at all. But, I know that is not possible. So, you may call me Amelia or M-", I paused as I realized what I was about to say.

"Or?" he looked up, his expressions unreadable. Why is it so hard for me to read him?

"Or...or don't call me at all." I said and gave him the glass, averting my eyes.

"It is too cold", he said as he took a sip.

"Drink it after sometime then." Is he mad? Wait no, forget I even asked that question.

"No, I want to drink something right now."

"Do you want me to microwave it then?" I gave him a sarcastic smile.

"No, get me some coffee. My head is aching and I have to finish this soon", he said putting his attention back to his laptop.

"I swear I think I got married to a ten year old. No wait, scratch that. A five year old psycho kid is what suits you better", I said as I walked to the kitchen.

Coffee sounds good though. I can drink some too.

I made two cups of coffee and went to him.

"Here." I gave him his cup and went to sit down and drink mine. But, no. Too soon.

"This is too hot for this weather" he complained.

"I do not have control over the weather and the lucky weather is not a part of your dear beloved prenup as well. So, deal with it" I replied and drank the coffee.

"I think I should have an ice tea. Can you get a glass?" he said.

Okay. Now this is it. Enough is enough. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday and this man wants to order me around like I am his secretary, Peter. And I know he isn't this indecisive. He is deliberately doing this. I will not give him this satisfaction.

"Mom must have definitely had a very hard time raising you." I gritted and picked up his coffee mug and went to the kitchen.

After fifteen minutes, I came out with a tray in my hand.

"Oh, you are here. I was about to tell you that I changed my mind again. I think a cold coffee should work better." Before he completed his sentence, I took the glass of cold coffee from the tray and handed it to him.

He took the glass and looked at the tray in my hand. His eyebrows rose in surprise and I smirked at him.

"I am leaving this tray here. It has tea, ice tea, coffee, cold coffee, lemonade, orange juice, apple juice, hot chocolate and strawberry milkshake on it. That is all the drinks available in the house right now. Anything else you want, you will have to go out and get it yourself." I smiled at him. "Now, hope you enjoy your afternoon and do some actual work, while I go and cook something for us, because I don't know about you but I haven't eaten anything since last night and I know you will make me cook lunch for you anyways. So, any preferences?"

"You haven't eaten since last night? Why would you do that? The kitchen is stocked up", he asked me.

"Well, unlike you, I hadn't had the time of my life last night." I blinked back my tears and walked to the kitchen.