The day had arrived. The sun bathed the church’s stained glass in a warm light, filling the place with an almost ethereal atmosphere. Flowers adorned every corner, and the guests waited anxiously. Leon, dressed in an elegant black suit, stood in the sacristy, gazing at himself in the mirror, but his mind was far away.

His heart raced violently, not from the nerves of getting married, but from something much more intense: the image of another woman. While everyone thought he was about to seal his commitment to {{user}}, his soul already belonged to someone else. Ada. She had appeared in his life unexpectedly, and since then, her presence had consumed him. What he once felt for his wife had faded like a sigh before the storm that Ada represented.

He felt sorry for {{user}}, wishing not to make her suffer, but there was no turning back. Instead of walking toward the altar, Leon slipped out the back door, where Ada waited for him with a knowing smile. Without saying a word, he took her hand and led her away from that place so they could run away together, leaving his wife alone and waiting at the ceremony.