I don't remember seeing the original post of this story, but this version was fantastic!
No Kryptonite cage!
Lex Luthor’s wealth and status deemed his wife wear such a ring. Was it a foreboding symbol of their pending marriage?
Yes! Yes! And again, YES!
Yesterday, during the rehearsal dinner, Lex had kissed her hand and called her beautiful. Sadly she didn’t feel that way; he had fixed her with the gaze of a hunter keenly studying its prey. No doubt in eager anticipation of their wedding night.
Ew…
Instead of the perfectly composed Ellen Lane, standing before her wearing a black polo shirt and charcoal pants and looking better to her than if he were sporting a hand-tailored Armani tuxedo, was the only person she truly wanted to see right then…Clark!
Yay!
What a perfect way to contrast Clark and Luthor.
“Oh no Clark, letting that … that snake oil salesman near me was a mistake. From now on it’s *us*, as a couple, the way we were supposed to be. Starting right now ...”
*happy sigh* Now if only Luthor stays dead long enough for them to actually get married. No clones need apply.
Great story. Thanks for sharing!!
