It was a fairytale beginning for Charlotte York when Trey MacDougal's cab screeched to a stop in the street practically on top of her prostrate form. Charlotte was a damsel in distress, he, a knight in a yellow cab. Trey is a Park Avenue cardiologist with blue blood and deep brown eyes. With his pedigree comes social status, a country house and lots of money. Add to that chiseled chin his perfectly coiffed hair and he is the stuff that dreams (especially Charlotte's) are made of.
He also has exceptional manners. Now that may not seem so important on the Manhattan dating scene but to properly-raised Charlotte, they are more of an aphrodisiac than raw oysters and Champagne. Witness Trey's conduct in a crisis - offering a hankie to his wife after a certain embarrassing moment. Although perhaps asking for the dry-cleaning bill was a BIT much.
Alas, marrying into the MacDougal clan does have its disadvantages. While on the surface Trey seems to be Charlotte's perfect match, their marital problems began before they could even embark on their honeymoon. And after time, counseling, some "Juggs" magazines, and a brief break-up, the wind swept up the sails and Trey's ship returned to sea.
Dr. and Mrs. MacDougal had other obstacles to conquer. Trey, it seems, is a bit "Bunny" whipped and Mama MacDougal refused to hand her son over to Charlotte. From duck decoys to cold remedies, Bunny begrudgingly relinquished control over her son. Her tendencies to barge into the connubial bedchamber and sit beside him during bath time did not help matters much. And as if all of this was not enough to produce marital strife their struggle to conceive made things even more difficult. The hormone shots and ovulation kits began to take their toll. While Charlotte was even more determined to have a baby, Trey began to question whether all of the effort is worth the stress on their marriage and lifestyle.
Trey just didn't seem to understand who Charlotte is. This was never more apparent than when he returned home one night with a cardboard baby. Trey's clueless idea of a joke. The miscommunication continued until Trey announced that he was moving back in with his mother. With great sorrow, Charlotte and Trey separated. He was, as always, a gentleman and left her the apartment she had so lovingly redone, but sadly, Trey was gone.