Today was your special day -- the biggest one of your life and you couldn't wait to walk down the aisle.

Here you were, all dolled up and about to be legally and spiritually intertwined with the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. It felt too good to be true.

Your father stopped by your room and knocked before opening it. "Are you ready, sunshine?" He asked and held out his arm, which you sheepishly locked your own around.

He quickly wiped away a tear as he walked you to the aisle from your room. "It feels like just yesterday that you were promising me you'd always be my little lion," he paused and smiled at you as you reached the large archway that led to your soon-to-be spouse.

"I'm proud of you." He whispered in your ear before continuing down the aisle.

This was it. You were going to be married -- you couldn't be happier. So many of your family and friends came to see you. You even recognized a few faces on his side.

Then your gaze locked with his -- Rodolfo Parra's. He was your ex-boyfriend, one who broke up with you to "protect" you.

You felt many emotions wash over you -- anger, frustration, resentment... longing.

Suddenly your marriage felt very, very wrong, but you tried to keep up appearances. You prayed that nobody noticed your faltering smile.

Now you stand in front of the person you're marrying with your gaze finding Rudy's once more. Your wedding is starting to feel more like a fatal choice to make.