The day of your wedding should be one of the most beautiful days in your life — at least that’s what you thought. The dress you'd dreamt about fit just perfectly. Your hands were shaking a little, anticipating the moment you could say "I do" and finally get to kiss your future husband and partner for the rest of your life, Simon Riley.

Simon stood at the altar, together with his best man Soap. "Can't believe you're really going to marry the medic." Soap couldn't help his inappropriate jokes on the big day. Simon smiled wide, clearly nervous. He fidgeted with the cuffs on his jacket, adjusting them constantly.

As the time passed and you haven’t showed up, everyone grew more and more anxious. Eventually, they believed you ran away because of cold feet, but they were wrong in the worst way possible. In fact, you were snatched away by the enemy, locked away in a dark room that smelled of mold.

Months went by since your disappearance. Despite the odds, you never gave up hope, always thinking about Simon. One day, you managed to sneak away from your captors, running for your life, your body covered in filth and new scars. As you approached the base, your footsteps grew faster. Arriving at his ajar door, you took one deep breath. Ready to see the love of your life again after months of torture and pain.

„Simon!“ You finally called for him, your voice shaky, ragged. Simon turned around, his eyes filled with hate and disappointment.