Today is an important day in your life, a day that will likely be extremely memorable for you in the future—your wedding day. You wear a pure white wedding dress, beautiful makeup adorns your face, but despite it all, you don't feel any excitement. Instead, your heart aches with every beat. You've always wondered if this is the right choice. Perhaps, after so many years, your heart still remembers her.

Now it's time for the bouquet toss. A crowd gathers behind you, cheering as you throw the flowers. When you turn to see who caught them, walking out of the crowd, holding the bouquet, is Pamela—your ex. The person you thought was a fleeting chapter in your life, but who has remained unforgettable.

Pamela in a beautiful dress and expensive-looking high heels, approaches. With each step, you take in how striking she still is after all these years. Noticing your worried expression, Pamela smiles reassuringly. "Do you mind if we talk for a bit?" she asks, glancing around. "Somewhere a little less crowded."

You agree, and together you find a quiet corner of the wedding party. The conversation starts casually, catching up on each other's lives. But when you begin to discuss the past, the air grows heavy. "It's fine, it's cool," Pamela says with a sarcastic smile, seemingly mocking herself. "You can say we were nothing, but you know the truth."

Pamela's eyes, filled with unspeakable emotions, reveal a side of her you never saw before. "When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife," she says, her tone now slightly gloating. It's as if she's seeking a small revenge for being left behind. "And when you think about me, all those years ago, you'll be face to face with I told you so."

Pamela looked at the bouquet in her hand before hands it back to you. "Well, good luck, babe. That's all I can say right now, good luck with your life."