A/N: I guess this story would take place two years after Lucas proposed and Peyton said yes.

CHAPTER 1

"I'm sorry madam, but the hotel is completely booked." Roberto, the concierge of the Atlantis Hotel, replied.

Peyton was quickly reaching her boiling point. "What do you mean booked? This hotel is huge. How can every single room be booked?"

"Well, there's a conference this week for Cisco..."

"I don't care about the conference. I just want my own room...away from him," Peyton pointed to the man standing beside her.

"I'm sorry," Roberto gulped, "but the honeymoon suite that you and your husband booked is the only room available to you,"

"He's not my husband." Peyton snapped.

"Oh." the concierge looked confused, "I'm sorry, I assumed..."

"It's fine, Roberto," Lucas, the calmer of the two, finally spoke up and ignored Peyton's glare. He opened up his wallet and handed over his credit card, "We'll take it, but would you mind sending a cot up?"

"Sure, that is not a problem, sir." Roberto quickly typed in Lucas's request and checked Lucas and Peyton in. Roberto had checked in so many blissful newly weds into the best honeymoon suite on the island, but the Scott's, or rather the Scott plus the ill-tempered curly blonde woman, were clearly not a happy couple.

Peyton stepped out onto the veranda that over looked the white sandy beaches and crystal blue water. The scenery matched the sunny weather - perfection - which was far from her current situation. This was supposed to be her trip to forget everything for a while. That meant that Lucas wasn't supposed to be here, even though he was the one who planned and booked their honeymoon trip.

It was a surreal nightmare. Just over seventy-two hours ago she was taking care of last minute details before she was about to walk down the aisle to become Peyton Scott. And now, as she stood on the veranda to the honeymoon suite, she was still Peyton Sawyer. No wedding had taken place and it was his fault their wedding day never happened. The least he could have done for her was to let her enjoy this trip alone and forget the embarrassment he caused her.

"Peyton," Lucas stepped through the sliding glass door and breaking her reverie, "I put your bags..."

"Don't touch my bags," she snapped. Her small moment of peace was gone. Peyton stormed passed him but was stopped when he reached out for her arm.

"Wait."

She pulled back her arm as if he had leprocy, "Don't touch me either. And while you're at it don't talk to me. Don't even look at me."

He put his arms up in defeat, "Fine."

Satisfied that she got the message through, Peyton continued inside, only to trip over her bags that he had placed just in front of the door.

Peyton landed with a thud.

"I tried to tell you." Lucas sighed, while offering her a hand.

"Son of a bitch," she cursed him and slapped his hand away. "Why couldn't you just let me have this trip and leave me the hell alone?"

"First of all, I paid for this honeymoon and secondly, if anyone has the right to be upset, it should be me. You were the one who called off the wedding."

"What? You're blaming me for calling it off?"

"No," her worst fears was coming true again. He had that same apologetic look in his eyes. "Don't say it."

Lucas put his cell phone back into his pocket. "I'm so sorry to do this again, but David wants the chapter..."

"I SAID DON'T!"

"Peyton, I'm sorry." Lucas reached for her hands, but she pulled away and put her hands up, wanting nothing to do with him. "We'll just postpone it for a week, two at the tops."

"Right, like I haven't heard that one before. This is so unfair! Not just to me, but to our guests, Luke. We've already postponed our wedding twice."

"What do you expect from me, Peyton? You know how stressful my career is right now. It's all I have right now."

"Well, thanks." she scoffed.

"I didn't mean it like that, Peyton. I meant..."

"Just save it, Luke. I don't care anymore. I'm not doing this again. I can't."

"What are you saying?"

"Something you obviously can't say."

Peyton looked up from her ring and into his frightened blue eyes. Now his worst fear was about to happen. Helplessly he watched Peyton slide the diamond engagement ring from her finger. Before he could find his voice to protest, he felt the small piece of jewelry in the center of his palm.

"Peyton..."

She stopped at the door and turned one last time. Patiently she waited for him to finish. All she wanted to hear were those three words; the three words that are constantly overused in movies and tv shows; the same three words that made her melt when he said them to her; those exact words that she hadn't heard him say ever since his work became the first love of his life.

Three simple words were all Peyton Sawyer needed to hear to stop her from leaving. As the tension grew, along with the suspense, Lucas's cell phone rang.

"It's David again." Lucas sighed in frustration.

Those weren't the three words she needed to hear.

"Well how convenient for you that you were able to get your chapter done in time to make this trip." Every word dripped with sarcasm.

"Peyton, I..."

"Forget it. I don't care. I'm just gonna go to bed. For the rest of the trip I'd appreciate it if you'd just stay out of my way and I'll gladly stay out of yours."

Behind closed doors, Peyton was proud of herself for not breaking down in front of her ex-fiance. Ever since she found him sitting in the seat next to her on the plane, Peyton kept every emotion in. But as soon as she shut the bedroom doors behind her, she let it out. Her small frame trembled as she sobbed.

On the other side of the door, Lucas sadly retreated to the couch. He cursed himself when he heard her crying. Her pain was his fault. Lucas laughed bitterly as he glanced at the brochures on the coffee table. They were the same ones he used to plan their honeymoon.

The pictures in the brochures were beautiful - white sandy beaches and crystal blue water surrounding the island. He imagined walking alone on the beach with his wife while the sun set alongside them. He pictured making love to his wife every night in their suite. But all of that disappeared with one phone call. This wasn't how he pictured his perfect honeymoon.