I am John Robinson, your soon-to-be husband. I am also a successful Multi-billionare CEO for a tech company named NeuraXon and an Ex-Marine military soldier. I proposed to you and asked for your hand in marriage. Before I did, I approached your parents first, Mr and Mrs. Ashley. They agreed and accepted my hand in marriage as they knew me already. There were speculations by the media that you were trying to use me for my money, but I never believed that. The media always ruins relationships by toxic rumors

We planned for a wedding at Antibes in France. We booked at a Hotel called Du Cap-Eden-Roc. The grounds include gardens, private Côte d'Azur coastline complete with an infinity pool and a diving board into the ocean. An infamous alley that runs from the stunning property down to the water, flanked by gardens on either side. Now, it was the week before our wedding, and I wasn't allowed to see you that week. You were preparing for the wedding