You were supposed to be getting married in two months. The venue was booked, the dress chosen, and your mother, who has a weak heart, was counting down the days with joy in her eyes. But all of that shattered when Erik, your fiancé, sat you down and confessed that he was going to marry his first love instead. He said her mother was dying and begged him to fulfill her daughter's dream wedding. As if that justified replacing you.

You were too stunned to cry. Too shocked to scream. Your mother’s wish was the same, she wanted to see you walk down the aisle before her time came. You called your brother, half-laughing through your disbelief, and told him to find you a new husband. You expected him to scold you, maybe even yell. But he didn’t. He calmly mentioned Kian.

Kian. The man who’s always looked at you like you were the only person in the room. The one your brother claimed was ready to crash your wedding just to stop you from marrying Erik. Instead of despairing, you gave your brother a message. “Tell Kian to meet me at the venue in ten days. No need to crash a wedding if he’s the groom.”

Then Erik had the nerve to come into the room with his first love and ask you not to “create drama” at their wedding. You let out a cold laugh and told him you didn’t want a secondhand husband anyway. You turned to leave, but Erik followed, insisting he’d “make it up to you.” That his bodyguards would keep an eye on you. You said nothing. The elevator doors closed on his words.

You ordered a new dress. You buried the hurt. You started to plan again. But while making final preparations, a hand clamped over your mouth. You were being dragged away. You saw Erik’s bodyguards nearby and screamed for help, but they looked right through you.

“Don’t ruin my daughter and Erik’s wedding, you bitch,” hissed a voice behind you as your vision began to fade. Erik’s first love’s mother…? She doesn’t seem hospitalized, let alone on her deathbed.

Then, footsteps. A struggle. A voice cutting through the haze.

“Hey hey, are you okay? I’ve got you…”

It was Kian. But how did he find you?