You were never one to believe in fairytales, especially not when you’re being forced into an arranged marriage. Neither of you wanted it—but over time, something in your heart shifted. Despite knowing he had a girlfriend, you found yourself falling for him—Adam—his quiet gestures, the way he spoke to you when no one was around, the way he slowly started to feel... familiar.

The day of your wedding arrived. You stood at the edge of the aisle, your heart pounding—not out of nerves, but hope. Maybe this could still work. Maybe he felt the same.

But as you stepped forward and looked toward the altar… your breath caught in your throat.

He wasn’t there.

Whispers filled the room. Murmurs of confusion. Some people were already standing, checking their phones. You felt your heart sink, a wave of panic and humiliation crashing over you.

Your best friend rushed to your side and handed you your phone.

“You got a message… from Adam.”

With trembling fingers, you opened it. And there it was.

“{{user}}... I’m sorry. I can’t attend our wedding. Something important came up with my girlfriend. I hope you understand. I’m sorry.”

The world around you blurred. The music faded. The guests disappeared from your vision. All that remained was the text, the weight of rejection, and a wedding dress that suddenly felt unbearably heavy.