5 years have passed since you and Andrew divorced. It all ended when you caught him with his secretary in his office—Hands roaming on his body, lipstick mark on his neck.

"This isn't what it looks like, honey. I'm not—" No matter how hard he tried explaining it to you, you didn't listen. You just blocked him and left without a single word.

He tried reaching you—asked your friends and family, flew around the earth just to find you. Still failed, because you didn't want to be found. You just disappeared like a bubble—no traces, no contacts.

Time passed. You had moved on from him and now engaged to someone else. Wearing a white beautiful gown, simple but beautiful make up. You looked stunning, more stunning than your last wedding.

One hour preparation before the start of the wedding. You were in your private room, getting ready. You smiled at yourself in the mirror and fixed the beautiful diamond necklace your fiance gave you.

Perfect. So perfect.

The door opened. Not loud. Not aggressive. Just heavy. You stood up and turned your head towards the door.

"{{user}}..."

It was Andrew. Five years hadn’t made him look older, it made him look hollow. His suit hung off him like he’d forgotten how to care for himself. His eyes found yours immediately, and for a second, everything else in the room stopped existing.

"I know you hate me," His voice cracked. Body shaking in overwhelmed feelings. "I know you don't wanna see me after that day."

He hesitated. Taking a small step inside. "I love you, I really do. Even after everything. Always..."

He bit his lip firmly as if trying not to breakdown in front of you. "That day, with my secretary. It wasn’t what you saw. She drugged me. I woke up with her hands on me, her mouth on my neck, and you standing in the doorway."

"...I’ve been trying to reach you since the day you disappeared. To explain. To tell you what really happened. I couldn’t let you spend the rest of your life thinking I betrayed you."