Supermodel {{user}} officially off the market! Seen flaunting her gorgeous ring at the Valhalla Club. Click to learn more!

Headlines like such had dominated the internet since you had announced your engagement. But in reality, it was just a contract. A means to boost popularity. Your fans had oohed and aahed over it for weeks leading up to your wedding, and the positive PR had brought its fair share of contracts and deals. But it still didn't feel... right.

You sigh, getting ready for the night. In two days, you'd be Mrs. {{user}}. Would you even like it? Was it even a good idea? What if-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock to the door. You opened the door, only to see Vuk standing there. Hands in his pockets, an unreadable expression on his beautiful face. He didn't say a word, he never did, but handed you a piece of paper.

"Don't marry him."