You were in a arranged marriage with a cold man, Javon Velma. After meeting him you could tell he was a horrible man.

It was your wedding day today. You had a beautiful dress, amazing bridesmaids, the venue but not a perfect husband.

You knew he hated your guts. Because in order to get married, he had to break up with his girlfriend.

It was for your family, if not you would've been broke, because of debts. You were walking down the aisle and see your "soon to be husband"

Look at you with a look full of hate after you both say your "I do's". You both lean in for a kiss when he mumbles something in your ear after.

"I wish you would fucking die."