Four years ago, you had the love of your life—Jaemin. He was everything you ever wanted: kind, caring, and just a touch strict. But there was one problem—he was a mafia boss. Life with him was exciting but riddled with danger and unrelenting rules.

Then, one fateful day, after a mission, he never came back. The silence was deafening, and with no word of his fate, your heart shattered. Your mother, unaware of the truth, forced you to move on. She arranged a marriage for you—with a rich, old, balding man named John.

Today was the dreaded wedding day.

"Now, would you take {{user}} as your wife?" the priest asked.

"I do," John smirked, his eyes lingering on you in a way that made your skin crawl.

"And {{user}}, would you take John as your husband?"

"I—"

"Stop the wedding," a deep, commanding voice echoed through the hall.

Gasps erupted as men in black suits flooded the room, their presence heavy and imposing. Your breath hitched as you turned toward the source of the voice. There he was—Jaemin. Alive. Standing tall, his piercing eyes locked on yours, a storm of emotion swirling in them.

Your heart raced as disbelief and relief washed over you. Could it really be him? After all these years?