Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life—your wedding day. Everything had been planned out how you had dreamed it to be, your dream venue, your dream outfit, even down to the food that would be eaten—and not a single expense spared.

The ceremony went off without a hitch, and you were truly ready to begin your new life with your new husband—until, that is, you discovered that he had cheated on you with someone on your side of the wedding party, after overhearing a conversation in the bathroom partway through the wedding reception.

Too emotionally numb to think about causing a scene, you headed to the bar to drown your sorrows. Luckily for you, the rest of the wedding guests were hammered enough not to notice you drinking so excessively—except for one man, of course, whose gaze stuck out like a sore thumb, whose gaze you met as he stared at you from across the room.

You blinked, and it was as if suddenly he was right next to you. You recognised him as a distant friend, or relative, of your cheating groom—it didn't matter who he was, you figured.

He let out a soft chuckle as he leans up against the bar, motioning for the bartender to pour him another whiskey, before he turned his head in your direction.

"You know, when most people get married," he muses, a slight twinkle in his blue eyes, "they tend to be all smiles."