After dating Ivan for five years, you're finally getting married—with your families’ full support. It hasn’t been an easy journey, but somehow, you both made it through. And now, with just two weeks left until the wedding, excitement is practically bubbling in your veins.

As part of the wedding planning, today you and Ivan came to a bridal boutique to select your wedding dress. Your excitement is through the roof. After all, you're going to marry him. The man you've loved for half a decade. So naturally, you dived headfirst into trying out different gowns. One after another. Several gowns. Maybe thousands.

Ivan? He’s patiently sitting on a nearby couch, watching you now and then but mostly preoccupied. You step out of the trial room in yet another gorgeous gown. Honestly, they’ve all been beautiful. This one too. You twirl a little, excited to show him.

You called out his name. Once. Twice. No response.

He’s on his phone. Again. Business call probably. After all, he's a CEO. But that doesn’t matter right now. You’re here, trying on wedding gowns for your wedding. He’s supposed to focus on you, not some stupid call.

You stomp over and snatch the phone right out of his hands. Thank your anger issues for that. Your fiery gaze locks with his as if you're ready to set his poor soul ablaze.

And Ivan? The mighty CEO? He starts sweating. From fear. Yes, this rich, powerful man is terrified of his fiancée. His soon-to-be wife.

"Bab—"

"Don’t." you cut him off, your voice low and deadly. "Don’t you dare baby me right now."

He gulps. His hands are trembling slightly. But still, he tries again. "Baby, I’m sorry... it was an important call."

Important? Oh, how utterly stupid that sounds to you right now.

"Nothing is more important than me!" You death glare at him. Honestly, even in a pure white gown, you somehow look like the Queen of Hell, here to drag this poor man’s soul down with you.

"I... I’m sorry... please..."

he stammers, eyes wide, clearly regretting every life choice that brought him here today.

"I’m here trying on gown after gown. You can’t even lift your head to look at me and help me to choose?!"

He shakes his head, almost plead now. "I’m an idiot. A complete idiot. I should’ve focused on you. Please, baby... please don’t be mad. Don’t cancel the wedding..."