CHAPTER 2- DITCHED

It all became a blur as soon as she stepped out of his office.

Julie, Wes' assistant worked like clockwork ensuring Victoria was ready on time.

She knew her Boss didn't take kindly to untimeliness and she wasn't about to test his patience on herself and Victoria.

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A sigh escapes Victoria's lips as she looks around her, there was hardly anybody with them. Edward who was Wes' bodyguard/ chauffeur was their witness.

Dressed in a casual white dress and sneakers while Wes was in his usual work suit, they exchanged their vows in front of the court official.

It was nothing big, she didn't know why she expected something grand. A little girls dream, the perfect wedding, a day she would feel both special and beautiful. But she wasn't a little girl anymore. Hard choices and sacrifices needed to be made.

Their vows were exchanged and so were the rings, bending over a little foldable table they both signed the marriage contracts finally making their union official.

A single tear dropped from the corner of her eye carrying with it every part of her that wanted to find her true love, now coming to an end.

She'd never experienced love, even from her parents it was wrong of her to think she would experience such a thing now. What it really was is just prolonged infatuation, there's no such thing as love, she repeated to herself one more time as they walked to their car as husband and wife.

The car ride was anything but quiet as they headed towards his mansion. Wes on his phone, call after call barking out orders at whoever was on the other line and unbeknownst to her, eyeing the beauty beside him.

Jaws clenched, she fiddled with her wedding ring. She's regretting her decision, Wes concluded to himself. He wasn't about to admit his discovery out loud, he needed this to go smoothly as possible although he couldn't blame the girl, he practically rushed her into this.

"Ahem" he cleared his that hoping to get her attention. His breath hitched as dark brown eyes full of anguish stared into his own.

"I had Julie go out and get you a whole new wardrobe," he checked his time it was 7pm. "She's probably back by now" his phone lit up confirming his suspicions. The security cameras at home had just snapped her walking through the main doors and sent a photo directly to his cell. "Pack 5nights worth of clothes, we'll be heading over to Oman for our honeymoon" he told her.

"Honeymoon? Oman? Where is that?!" She asked, curious as to why he was doing all this now.

"We'll need to get to know more about each other, in order to make this work. 5 nights in the middle east will suffice, plus I have a client in the middle east so it'll be like killing two birds with a stone." He answered her.

She nodded her head. Fake or not she'd support him. Behind every powerful man was a strong woman, she was gonna be just that.

As they arrived at the mansion, Edward had led Victoria up the steps to her room as Wes went to his own to pack. Up the stairs, first door on the left they stopped by a white wooden door, intricate designs danced around the edges. "This is your room, your things are already inside we leave in 10 minutes. Please be on time Mr Knight doesn't like to be late"

She nodded, twisting her door knob and entering what now was her room. Her breath hitched. Her room was large, a King sized bed lay in the middle and mounted on the wall in front of it was the 292" Samsung wall TV. Her windows started from the floor and ended at that ceiling perfectly capturing the Bay they looked out on.

She pulled open the double doors next to her bed. It was a walk through closet leading to the bathroom.

It was massive. Was every room in the house like this? She wondered to herself as her fingers trailed the marble counter top.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a light knock came from her door. 'Mrs Knight, please know you have 5 minutes left.'

She rushed, opening the suitcase that was already laid out on her bed she rushed to and fro trying to get everything packed.

-toiletries √

-shorts √

-long pants √

-dresses and skirts √

-tops √

-undergarments ×

She rushed back to her walk through closet searching through every drawer looking for her bra and panties. Finally finding the damned drawer she gasped, it was all G- strings and lace. She sighed, of course Julie wasn't a cotton girl, she didn't understand why Wes couldn't have proposed to Julie instead. They got along fine. Shaking her head, she tried to banish the thought from her mind, the rich can be confusing, she shouldn't be wasting her time trying to figure them out.

Making a mental note to shop for her own panties when she can, she threw the last of her things into the suitcase and zipped it shut.

Changing into a solid yellow sleeveless beach dress she picked up her suitcase and headed down. She missed Nora, she'd make sure to call her mom and let her know she'd be away for a few days on their way to the airport.

Now at the airport luggage loaded they were all waiting for her. The call took longer than expected as she patiently answered every one of Nora's rephrased questions, asking one thing, when she would return.

"Okay baby, I've really got to go now" a mumble was heard from the other line. "I love you too" she finally said as she ended the call.

Taking in a deep breath she boarded the private jet at Heathrow Airport now bound for Oman.

Tired from the entire days happenings she didn't bother to acknowledge her now husband Wes Knight, dumping herself immediately on the chair she dozed off to sleep.

8hours later she felt herself shaking. A hand on her shoulder, someone was trying to wake her up. "The car is here Mrs Knight its time to leave." It was the captain. "Where's my husband, Mr Marshall?" She asked reading the name tag on his suit.

He eyed her nervously. Something was wrong, fear gripped at her she looked around immediately trying to find the owner to the sea blue eyes she so vividly remember as she had found herself lost in them every time.

"Where's my husband Mr Marshall?" She asked one more time and a lot firmer. Was he sick? She wondered.

Snapping her out of her thoughts, she heard his reply.

"I'm sorry Mrs Knight, I thought you knew. Mr Knight did not board the jet at Heathrow, he gave us specific orders to bring you to Oman then took another Jet and headed for America"

He left. He didn't come. Those were the words replying in her mind. He sent her to some God Forsaken part of the world on her own and left.

"Alright Mr Marshall, please help me to my car" she said. "Do you know where I will be staying?"

"I'm sorry Ma'am, I have to return. I will be back in 5 days to pick you at this very airport. A car is outside ready to take you wherever you want to go"

"Wherever I want to go?" She asked. " what about our reservations?"

No hotel has been booked yet ma'am" was his reply.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Overwhelmed by the news she just received. What was she going to do now?

"He left you this Ma'am" he said handing over a stack of papers and a black credit card. "If I could say so myself Ma'am, God doesn't put us in situations we can't handle. You'll get through this" He felt bad for the young bride in front of him. Mr Knight really does know how to let them down, he though to himself. He hoped his words would give her strength.

He was right, she told herself. Except it wasn't God who brought her here but rather her devilishly handsome annoying husband.

She stood up and headed out and into the waiting car. "Take me to SIX SENSES ZIGHY BAY, MUSANDAM." If he was gonna leave her alone with an unlimited card in the Middle East, she might as well go all out and enjoy herself.

She refused to let herself wallow in pity, there was a very thin silver lining on this cloud and she was gonna thicken it.

Starting with what Google told her to be the best resort in Oman.