Worse Honeymoon Ever

They arrived in New York City at dusk, Sebastian retrieved the cuffs from Abigail. The helicopter had landed on the hotel's rooftop so they gradually made their way to the stairs of the building where they could find the room booked for them.

They approached the reception desk, where a friendly staff member greeted them with a warm smile.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Alexander. Congratulations on your wedding. I'm Rachel, your personal concierge during your stay. Let me show you to your room."

Sebastian nodded as his phone vibrated, he looked around with his eyes scanning the lobby as if searching for someone. "Abigail, go ahead with Rachel. I need to check on some business updates. I'll meet you in the room shortly."

 Abigail hesitated, feeling a pang of uncertainty but she had to obey his command.Rachel led Abigail to a sleek, silver elevator, and they ascended to the top floor, the city skyline unfolding like a breathtaking canvas before her .As they walked down the hallway, the soft carpet and muted lighting created a sense of intimacy, and Abigail couldn't help but feel like she was floating on air. She couldn't help but admire the luxury that surrounded her.

They  stopped in front of a door adorned with an elegant silver plaque bearing their names. Rachel produced a key card with a flourish and opened the door, revealing a stunning suite that took her breath away.

"Welcome to your home away from home, Mr. and Mrs. Alexander. Enjoy your stay."

As Rachel disappeared into the elevator,  Abigail stepped inside, her eyes drinking in the opulent decor and the dazzling view of Central Park. But as she turned to wait for Sebastian, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Where had he gone, and why did she  feel like she  was alone in this grand, luxurious space?

Abigail's eyes wandered to the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, her patience wearing thin as the minutes ticked by. She had waited long enough. Sebastian had said he would meet her in their suite shortly, but "shortly" had turned into hours. She didn't care about him but she felt really lonely, she was scared.

With a growing sense of unease, Abigail decided to take matters into her own hands. She slipped out of the suite, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she made her way to the hotel lobby. She was still wearing her wedding gown. Maybe Sebastian was stuck in a meeting or had gotten held up at the bar. Anywhere he was didn't matter, she was not someone who was used to staying alone in a room.

As she scanned the crowded room, her eyes landed on a familiar figure -Sebastian stood in the corner, his eyes locked on a stunning lady. The woman was stunning, with long, curly hair and a red dress that left little to the imagination. A sense of familiarity blew but she couldn't tell who the lady  was because she couldn't see her face.

Abigail's heart sank as she watched, her mind reeling in disbelief. The woman's lips were pressed to Sebastian's, their kiss passionate and intimate.

Abigail felt like she'd been punched in the gut. Her vision blurred, and her legs trembled beneath her. She mustered every ounce of strength to turn and walk away, her eyes streaming with tears.

*******

Sebastian's eyes snapped back into focus as he broke off the kiss with Sophia, his chest heaving with a mix of guilt and regret. He took a step back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture, as if to ward off the temptation she posed.

"Sophia, stop. We can't do this," he said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of longing.

Sophia's eyes narrowed, her red lips pouting in protest. "What's wrong, Sebastian? You seemed to enjoy it a moment ago."

Sebastian's face twisted in a grimace. "I'm a married man, Sophia. I love my wife, Abigail. I can't do this to her."

Sophia's laughter was like a knife, cutting through the air with a mocking tone. "Love? You call that love? You're here with me, you left your wife on your honeymoon?"

Sebastian's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with anger. "Watch your tongue, Sophia or else I will forget about our good old times. It's all over between us. I have moved on and I suggest you do the same."

Sophia's face fell, her eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. For a moment, they locked gazes, the tension between them palpable. Then, with a quiet huff, Sophia grabbed him by the collar, " You betrayed me. After everything I did, I Had to let down my status just to be your wife and this is how you repay me? I thought the news was all fake. I had to take the quickest flight here."

He forcefully removed her hands from his collar, "it's my wedding suit you're ruining. Better leave before I throw you out of the hotel myself."

He pushed her lightly and she fell to her knees hurting her ankle, she screamed in pain to let him know but he left not caring or looking back to her. He didn't want Abigail to find out about Sophia.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, he checked the caller and it was Bruce.

"Is he in safe hands? Make sure you inform them I want no harm to come to  him."

He ordered with a commanding tone, ending the call when he was done with his instructive order.

Sebastian swung open the door to the suite reserved for them, a cheerful smile on his face. "Hey, beautiful! Dinner is waiting downstairs. It's part of our honeymoon package, remember?"

Abigail Walker stood frozen, her arms crossed, and eyes blazing with anger. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

Sebastian's smile faltered, confusion etched on his face. "What's wrong, Abigail?"

She took a step forward, her voice low yet venomous. "You know exactly what's wrong, Sebastian. I saw you kissing a lady in the lobby."

Sebastian's expression didn't change, no denial, no apology, just a shrug. "It's my life, Abigail. I can do what I want and I thought you didn't care. It's not a real marriage, remember?"

Her heart felt like it had been punched again, the pain radiating through her chest. "You're my husband, Sebastian. We're on our honeymoon. And you're kissing another woman?" She didn't realize when those words came out, she had been overwhelmed with emotions.

Sebastian snorted, rolling his eyes. "Don't be dramatic, Abigail. It was just a kiss. It meant nothing."

She felt a sob rising in her  throat, but she swallowed it back, her anger and hurt boiling over. "Get out, Sebastian. Eat your dinner alone. I don't want to see your face right now."

Sebastian's eyes flashed with anger, but he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Abigail standing alone, tears streaming down her  face. The door closed behind him, and she  collapsed onto the bed, her  heart shattered into a million pieces. She had gotten married to a man who didn't care about her.