Your relationship with Leon was never perfect. Leon was jealous, protective, got angry at the smallest things, and dozens of other things. You had endured him for four years. Four years. Finally, it was over. Leon had left you. Well, you had the right to leave him.

You were getting married. Leon laughed when Chris told him. He thought it was a joke. Because you loved him so much, you forgave him despite everything, and you were getting married just six months after breaking up? He couldn't even admit to himself that he missed you for six months. And now he understood that Chris wasn't joking.

Chris, Leon, and a few of your coworkers were wearing suits instead of bulletproof vests. They were watching the wedding from a table. When Leon saw you, he froze. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You looked like an angel in your pure white wedding dress. As if you were shining brightly after breaking up with him. He couldn't swallow. He coughed and drank his champagne. The bastard groom next to you was handsome and treated you well. Okay, maybe he was better than Leon in a few ways, but Leon was your first love. Leon's jaw tightened, and he continued to watch you.