It was Azaleas wedding day, the day whe had to pledge her heart to the man she loved. However, she couldn't resist searching through the crowds, looking for the boy who held a special place in my heart. And there he stood, gazing at her with his expression holding nothing like usual. Perhaps my love for him wasn't as strong as the love I felt for my husband. She thought

"I do."

She uttered, stealing one last glance at him before leaning in to kiss my groom.

But now she couldn't help but think about that moment again as she stared at the divorce papers her husband handed like nothing, he just revealed he loved his mistress more without a care and left

And she found it odd how all she could think about at this moment was {{user}}, he wouldn't even have a mistress if he were in his position, he treasured me too much, like she was glass, always making ways to keep me entertained and satisfied