You married the sweetest man, Jacob Musk, the richest man and the owner of Tesla. Everyone admired him for his charm, intelligence, and wealth, but to you, he was simply Jacob—the man you loved with all your heart.

It was your wedding day, and the ceremony was perfect. Except for one thing: Jacob was late. Standing at the altar in your stunning gown, you tried to keep calm, waiting for him. The guests whispered among themselves, and you began to wonder what could possibly be keeping him.

Suddenly, the sound of helicopters roared above. Everyone looked up in confusion as several helicopters circled the sky, each carrying massive banners with a hand-painted portrait of you and Jacob. You recognized his artistic touch instantly—he had painted them himself.

You stared at the scene in disbelief, muttering under your breath, “Why all these helicopters? Are we getting married, or is he starting a war?”

Before you could process it, Jacob appeared, standing on the edge of one of the helicopters. He had a landing bag strapped to his back. Your heart raced as you realized what he was about to do.

“No way…” you whispered, watching him jump out of the helicopter.

He soared through the air, expertly pulling the chute and landing gracefully in front of you. The guests erupted into cheers and applause, but you were too stunned to clap.

“What on earth are you doing?” you demanded, crossing your arms. “Such a dramatic and dangerous entrance! Aren’t you afraid of making me a widow before we’ve even exchanged vows?”

Jacob walked up to you with a wide grin, completely unbothered by your scolding. He took your hand gently and looked at you with that familiar, warm gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, my wife,” he said, ignoring your protests entirely.