Clarke sat in the sun, used to Bellamy opening the umbrella to protect her from the sun, but he wasn't there and she didn't know how to work the new contraption he insisted on buying because her skin burned after five minutes in the sun and he preferred her pale over being a tomato.

She couldn't stop thinking about how he doesn't want to marry her, how she's too broken, how he couldn't love someone who couldn't bear children. Not that they've tried for kids in years… or at all.

"Clarke?" Miller called, shaking her out of her head.

"Hmm?" she blinked up at him.

"It's time to go."

She nodded. "Bellamy?"

"No," he said softly. "I'm sorry."

Licking her lips, Clarke stood to get in the car to go to the airport for their book tour. They're starting in New York. "Okay."

It took Miller until the flight took off to ask her, "What happened?"

"He doesn't want to marry me," she said still in disbelief and it's been two weeks since he told her—yelled at her.

"What?" Miller exclaimed as though it was the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard, but Clarke heard Bellamy correctly, he doesn't want to marry her.

"It's what he said." "You—that night you two were fighting inside, that's what it was about?"

"Yeah."

Miller didn't say anything and Clarke went back to reading her book. "No. no, I don't believe that at all."

"It's what he said. 'I don't want to marry you.' I couldn't make that up."

"And he's been living in Octavia's apartment annoying the crap out of them and torturing himself with their newlywed bliss because he doesn't want the same with you?"

Clarke shrugged. "I don't want to talk about it. I want to go on this book tour and talk to the studio that's interested in making it a movie, try talking them into a series instead. I don't want to talk about him this month, okay?"

Miller nodded, pulling his laptop out of his bag, "Okay."

They landed at LaGuardia and Clarke breathed in the crisp autumn air, thinking about what she's going to say tomorrow. What she'll tell her parents tomorrow when she sees them for dinner the second night of New York press, which was a lot. She and Miller were in New York for three insane days doing a full press junket going to every news channel, every late night show that was there and it was going to be fun with Miller involved but still nerve wracking. They've done it before, they can handle it.

"Clarke, can you stop for the night, please? We're supposed to be looking at Octavia and Lincoln's honeymoon photos," Bellamy said in hushed tones in Octavia's kitchen.

"I can't ask you where you want to honeymoon? We're getting married in eleven weeks."

"I—"

"I think we should go somewhere unexpected, Thailand, Samoa. Oh! Maybe Papua New Guinea!"

"Clarke…"

"We shouldn't just honeymoon, we should—"

"I don't want to marry you!" Bellamy spat and immediately looked guilty. "Clarke, I—"

She shook her head, it doesn't matter what he says to justify that because he doesn't want to marry her. "Whatever you're about to say to justify that," she swallowed, pushing back the tears quickly pooling her eyes. "I want you out of my house, I was happy, Bellamy. I was looking forward to the future, a future with you and you don't want that, so get the fuck out!" Clarke stormed back out into the backyard and plastered the smile on her face for Octavia and Lincoln, genuinely happy for the couple she dreamt of calling family.

"Are you okay?" Raven whispered in her ear.

"I don't want to talk about it," Clarke said, lifting her eyes up from the photo album to the kitchen window, finding Bellamy bent over the counter before he rolled his shoulders and walked away.

Clarke avoided talking about Bellamy the entire time she was with Abby and Kane, she didn't want to talk about him and what he said because it stung and the more she talked about it—hell, the more she thought about it—the more it hurt. And the more confused she was.

"Clarke, Nathan, it's so wonderful to have you two back with us," Hoda smiled. "How was writing The Wrath of Gaia different than writing Titans and Mount Olympus?"

"Um," Clarke started looking to Miller before answering and he nodded. "Well, Titans was my safe haven two and a half years ago and because I had most of that in my head, Nate and I wrote it in four months. He's a wizard with research and character development so that was a majority of the work that he did with the first one and then we were told to make it a series and I was practically frozen in fear until Miller told me that we can take the story, still based on Atlas, but expand the world from just the Titans in modern day to the Gods and have Mount Olympus be somewhere in America, have them more centered in modern society and America is currently the center of the political world so having them based in Virginia was perfect, especially since it's where Miller was raised. He was amazing with locations and far better than me at researching."

"She doesn't give herself enough credit, all the comics inside are drawn by her. I wouldn't be able to do that without the people being stick figures. Blake knows how to hire people for their strengths," Miller said, giving Bellamy his rightful credit and without diving too deep to make Clarke upset with hearing Bellamy's name.

"Half true, I was his secretary for a year before he even came up with an illustration department and then six months in I came up with this so I wasn't there much."

"So you didn't come out of college with half a novel written, you brought this story to your boss and he brought you two together?"

"More or less, I knew if I wrote by myself the story wouldn't have been as compelling and well rounded as it is without Nate."

"What do you say to the people who say you're biting off more than you can chew with everything that happened in the second novel?"

Clarke knew this was something that was going to be brought up, the second book was a little bit all over the place with the introduction to Cronus and his perspective because he's essentially the bad guy in every story he's in, he's a bad guy and Zeus betrayed him and that was what brought them to the last book.

"I say they're not even close to being ready for this finale," Clarke said with certainly.

Hoda laughed, "Now, what if I told you we have a surprise for you?"

Clarke grimaced, "Nate?"

"No, you. Nate's in on it."

"I hate surprises."

"I think you'll like this one," Hoda said and Clarke looked at Miller who looked nervous as a muffled trumpet began playing and a moment later Demi Lovato walked out onto the set with a microphone.

"Oh no, here we go again
Fighting over what I said
I'm sorry, yeah I'm sorry
Bad at love, no, I'm not good at this
But I can't say I'm innocent
Not hardly, but I'm sorry"

Bellamy walked out from somewhere and over to Clarke and she stood, about to run because this wasn't fair. This couldn't be real, he doesn't want to marry her. He said it and he doesn't say things he doesn't mean. Miller touched her shoulder and she looked at him with pain and confusion and he just smirked.

"And all my friends, they know and it's true
I don't know who I am without you
I got it bad, baby
Got it bad"

"He planned this," Miller said and Clarke shook her head looking between Bellamy and Miller, Hoda and Demi.

The whole song played out with Bellamy standing in front of her with pleading eyes as she looked at him with hurt written all over her face and Miller, Hoda and Demi, who was singing beautifully, looking nervous and confused.

"Everything I need
Is standing right in front of me
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah"

"Thank you, Demi," Bellamy and Hoda smiled and she nodded, standing there as Bellamy turned back to Clarke and got down on one knee. "Clarke, I have loved you since the moment you walked into my office for an interview with fierce determination. Back then I sucked at showing it and then you ended it all with the biggest epiphany of my life and it changed me as a man.

"I tried winning you back like it was easy, like you were a possession to be won, like a goldfish at a county fair. And you rightly shot me down, reminding me that you're not one of those girls that used me for my money. You don't want my money, you've given every dollar from these novels to charity to help inner city schools across the country. You want to make a difference more than I do and I love that about you.

"When we first met, I didn't think love was in the cards for me, I'd essentially given up but then I met you and put in an effort, realizing a lot about myself and my upbringing that I wasn't aware of and I believe I'm a better man than I was back then. A man who still isn't worthy of you but will try to be every day for as long as you'll have me."

Bellamy sighed and licked his lips, nervously pushing his unruly black curls from his face. "Clarke Griffin, we have had some rough years, but these years with you have proven that we can get through anything together. That's what I want, I want to go through everything with you, the good and the bad, happiness and sorrow, laughter and anger. I want you and whatever a life with you entails. So, Princess, will you do me the honor of marrying me?" Bellamy opened the ring box and a gorgeous, extravagant ring sat inside and Clarke's chest was tightening and she was on the spot but she didn't know what the truth was. Did he or did he not want to marry her? What was the lie?

Clarke sighed, licking her lips and looked to Miller who had a nearly identical expectant look on his face that Bellamy did. All Clarke could do was shake her head as she backed away from Bellamy and ran off the set like the place was on fire.