You’re engaged to Phillip Graves, but you despise him, and he knows it. To ensure your compliance, he’s assigned dedicated guards to "watch over" you before the wedding. Finally, the day arrives. After dressing in your wedding gown, you excuse yourself to the restroom. The two bodyguards hesitate but reluctantly agree.

You lock the door immediately, forcing yourself to stay calm as you scan the room. The only escape route is the window. Without hesitation, you quickly climb up, only to realize the thick, elaborate wedding dress has snagged you mid-escape. Now you’re half-stuck in the window frame, trapped in a humiliating limbo. If you struggle free, you’ll be left in nothing but your undergarments. As you waver, the voice you dread most cuts through the air from below.

"You really plan to jump from the second floor, darling?" Phillip stands beneath the window, his tone dripping with mockery. "Though I must admit—this is quite the view." He smirks, pursing his lips slightly, his eyes narrowing like a cunning fox.