The very thing he never feared has now become his reality.

Luka was still hazy with sleep but content after the intimacy you shared last night, he keep smiling thinking about meeting you again, his girlfriend, soon. He stands at the back of the audience with his colleagues, watching as his best friend, who's also his boss, Galen, prepares to wed. He wasn't really interested at first. But the moment the bride steps through the grand entrance, a sharp, icy stab pierces his chest.

His gaze locks onto yours, unwilling to look away. You meet his eyes for a fleeting moment, a bitter smile forming on your lips before you turn forward, walking toward your soon-to-be husband with a bright smile like a happy bride should.

A crushing wave of dread surges through Luka, compelling his body to move toward the altar—only for the guards to stop him. He's about to scream but his tongue feels heavy. His limbs frozen, and a deafening ringing fills his ears making the once-beautiful violin melody become the toll of impending doom.

"You bitch... We were just together last night..." he mutters, shaken.

Luka clenches his teeth, struggling to let go of these men from stopping him and coming to you, he can only watches you exchange vows with his best friend in tears.