He left me.

He left me at the alter.

That asshole fucking left me at the alter.

I was still in daze about my newly married husband's asshole-ity when James Smith approached me at the centre of the stage.

"Would you like to attend the press meeting or come home?" He asked me. Pity was quite evident in his dark orbs.

"I'll rather go home." I said. Trying to not let my annoyance out on the poor old man. He just nodded and directed me towards the car.

The four wheeler rolled on the charcoal pathways leading to the Smith's Mansion. Honestly speaking, Smith's Mansion was enormous. By the time we reached there, it was dark outside. The butler helped me out of the car and directed me towards the hall.

The Smiths were already assembled in the living room, of-fucking-course except Alexander Asshole Smith.

"I am really ashamed of my brother's behaviour Amayra." Ethan apologised. I gave a small nod not showing my emotions. I really couldn't say 'its okay' because it wasn't.

"You don't have to apologise on your brother's behalf Ethan. He's very capable of being responsible for his actions." I said. That's when I noticed Alexander looking down at the living room from the first floor. He rolled his eyes and went back into the room, slamming the door behind.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith apologized with sympathy in their eyes. They welcomed me into their family with smiled and hugs.

Sophia helped me to the first floor. "The second room is Alexander's and now yours. Best of luck Amayra. He'll be very rude tonight. Just.. just please hang around." She requested. I nodded with a small smile and muttered a 'Good Night'.

Heaving a heavy sigh, I went forward and knocked on his door. After a few minutes, Alexander opened the door. He was still in his suit, but his hair evidently messy.

"What do you want?" He asked annoyed. "To get some sleep." I replied with the same tone. "I never asked you to stay up and guard my house. Did I?" He mocked. "Cut the chase Alexander. Let me in." I said tiredly. His eyes visibly softened for a second before going back to their usual cold self. He rolled his eyes and went back to the bed.

I stepped in and witnessed the room unpredictably dark. Not even moonlight was allowed to illuminate this room.

"Close the fucking door. The light is irking me." He said irritated. I searched for the light switches by my finger tips and switched them on.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" He yelled. "I can't fucking see in darkness. I don't think any normal human's rod cells are active enough to roam around an unfamiliar room in darkness and figure things out on their own." I yelled with same attitude. "Now zip your mouth and sit the fuck back. You may leave the room if you are getting so irked by my presence." I said unzipping my luggage.

He got up from the bed with a thud and walked out of the room banging the door again.

I got into my satin pyjamas rather than a lingerie. I spent the night in the cold sheets rather than my husband's arms. This, my friends, was nothing normal.

I woke up late next morning with all the exhaustion burdening me. Getting ready, I moved down to the living room. That's when I noticed Alexander coming down too. All covered in black again.

Our eyes met for a second before he picked up a bunch of keys and moved out of the mansion, without sparing any second glances.

I could careless now. He promised to be an asshole on tye alter and he's keeping his part of the deal now. Nothing great.

And now he left me again.

~~~

James Stephen Smiths.

People may have foes to make their lives unstable. I have my sperm donor to that for me.

That man could never become a father I needed in my life. Always had been a cold asshole who expects nothing but excellency in every sphere of life. The only thing I got to hear while growing up was how much of a disappointment I was to him. How he could never even imagine introducing a loser as his son to the media.

In my early years, I was a weak child. I still am. I was believed to be good for nothing. Over the years my grade progressively fell. I was not fit for extra curriculars too. I wasn't blessed with any extra ordinary talents.

But in my defence, no one ever made an effort to ask me why I wasn't good at anything. They never asked me why I hated socialising or why I avoided people like plague. All they could say was my personality being laced with arrogance. That I was an asshole. So I became what they expected me to be. An asshole.

The only pillar I could ever rely upon was my aunt. Melisa Roberts. She understood and supported me more than my own mother could ever do. Sophia Smith was nothing but another of James Smith's puppet.

I was nine when Aunt Malisa's husband, ran a profile blood test on me. That's when I was diagnosed with special case of Molluscum Contagiosum.

My skin never showed any marks but were highly communicable. I couldn't touch other kids at school. I never shared this with my parents or Ethan, they already thought I was weak. Sharing the thought of me having a communicable disease would let them drive me away like a plague. So I started wearing gloves and full sleaves and jackets and anything that would cover me completely.

Mr. Roberts continued prescribing and getting me my medicines while Aunt Malisa took care of my daily life untill I was 18. I had a big argument with my parents on my birthday and I fleed away to Manchester. Ethan kept financing my account. I took care of my expenses by my brother's money.

I could never complete my elementary education. Let alone think about having a decent job. And getting married to bring another human being to live in the darkness I lived, was something beyond my plans.

I never wanted to be rude to Amayra, specially on my wedding day. But being polite would lead to expectations. She would get a ray of hope. Hope of me being a good husband and providing her with luxuries I can't even think of having right now. I can't even finance her nor can I let her touch me. I can neither help her with her career like other husbands do, because I practically know nothing about the world.

They say I can learn about everything using internet. But Mr. Roberts said to keep my distance from UV Rays, emitted from all kind of screens and sunlight. I can't even go out during daytime. I have to dress up in black to avoid attention. And for a matter of fact, I never liked the colour black. But fates irony led me to allow only black in my lifestyle.

My life was hell full of darkness. And being nice to Amayra would only push her into this darkness too. Only if dad was kind enough to not compel her to destroy her life...

And couldn't Amayra be like other girls? Only running after money? I could easily bribe her with Ethan's money to runaway from the wedding.

Two weeks.

It had been two freaking weeks since I walked out of the Smith Mansion.

Two weeks since I have returned to Manchester.

And two weeks since I left my wife to be on her own.

I have heard nothing from Amayra as well as the Smiths. Aunt Malisa had been constantly asking me to treat the lady fairly and bring her back with due respect. And I have been constantly ignoring her calls now.

I was sitting in the serene darkness of my room, gazing out of the window when my phone rang. It was a small Nokia 2720. It was the most I could get. Not because of my finances. I was practically a billionaire. But because of the UV rays.

I flipped the cover and picked up the call. I never saved the numbers on my phone. I simply didn't care. I knew none of them would be constant in my life. Why to bother?

"Alexander Simon Smith." Came James Smith's voice. "James Stephen Smith." I replied in same tone. "Do you remember you still have a wife to take care?" He asked.

"I don't remember willingly getting married. Why do you, great sir, expect me to be willingly taking her responsibility?" I asked.

"Very well then. You won't mind me sabotaging the apartment she's living in. Nor would you mind me restricting her entry into the hostels as well as removing her name from her university. Now would you?" The conniving bastard says.

"It's between you and me. Why are you punishing the innocent soul for the bad blood I have with you? Don't you dare interfere in her life." I yelled annoyed.

"Try me. Son." He mocked atlast.

Don't blame me if I shoot him in the head one day.

~~~