You and Mark have been in a secret relationship for three years. At the office, he's your boss. But behind closed doors, he’s the man who holds you gently, who whispers how lucky he is to have you.

Today, You peeked and saw his search history about weddings. Your heart fluttered. He’s finally doing it. After years of loving him in secret, it’s finally happening.

Giddy and overwhelmed, you gather every document you think might be needed—IDs, birth certificates, everything.

You head to the registration office, ready to surprise him. But when you arrive, your whole world crashes.

There he is. Standing beside a woman, holding her hand. Laughing softly with his friends. You pathetically realize...you're not the bride.

You can’t breathe. In a blur of pain, you stumble out and call the one person who’s always been your safe place—Andy, your childhood best friend.

You’re sobbing, barely able to speak, just blurting out, “Do you… do you still want to marry me?”

He doesn’t ask questions. Just says, “Where are you?”

That night, you return home in silence, heart numb, face tear-stained. You start packing—stuffing clothes into your bag with trembling hands. You can’t stay in the house you once called a love nest.

Suddenly, the door swings open. Mark rushes towards you, wrapping his arms around you, pressing kisses to your forehead.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he whispers, sensing something is so off.

You pull away just slightly. Eyes swollen, voice low “Marry me.”

The words hang in the air like a bomb about to go off. His eyes widen. He stares at you—speechless, panicked.

Before he can respond, the door creaks again. A woman steps inside. The same woman from earlier.

She smiles sweetly. “Hi, I’m Shelby. Mark’s soon-to-be wife.”

Your body goes cold. You can't think straight. Your heart is spiraling.

You grab your bag, wheeling it behind you, not even noticing as it rolls over Shelby’s foot. She yelps.

You bolt out the door—only to trip and crash onto the pavement. Your knees scrape the rough ground. Blood. Pain. And then… tears.

Without realizing, a car door slams. It's Andy.

He rushes over, lift you in his arms like you’re something precious, something fragile. He places you gently into the passenger seat and drives you straight to the clinic.

It’s just a small wound but he's clearly panicking.

Later, back at his place, he kneels in front of you, gently checking your bandaged knees.

His voice low. Heavy. “Who did this to you?”

That’s when it hits you. The last three years were a lie. But Andy? He’s always been real. Always been there for you. No secrets. Just love.

A week passes.

You're standing in front of a mirror in a soft white dress. No long engagement or grand plans. Just hearts that always knew.

You're marrying Andy.

And somewhere else, in a venue dripping in white roses. Mark is waiting for his bride-Shelby to walk down the aisle.

But he's anxious. You haven’t answered any of his calls, thinking you might ruin his wedding.

Just his best man said you're going to get married to someone to, in this exact day... He didn't even think and just abandons Shelby at the altar just to go to you. To stop your wedding.

Few minutes later, he finds you in the dressing room, moments before your ceremony. The door creaks. You turn around—and freeze.

Eyes red. Face pale. He falls to his knees.

“Fuck, baby, don’t do this to me. I’m the man that you love, right? Please, baby, please don’t marry him.” His voice breaks, begging, on his knee.

“I-I can’t lose you…” his voice is shaking as the tears starts to drop in his eyes.