You were at the altar. Staring at a man who you didn’t love. You stared at him, knowing the woman you truly loved was in the crowd, watching someone else take you away from her…

As you hesitated to even mutter the words “i do”, you quickly looked at Abby, who seemed frozen in the moment.

You saw her mouth moving, as if she was trying to tell you something. You couldn’t understand her, but you knew it was about your ‘marriage’…

“Um… ms.{{user}}…?” The officiator said to catch your attention.