Here he was, watching you walk down the aisle with a heavy heart. If König had confessed to you back then, it would've been him as the groom. But no, he couldn't. Now he was too late. He clenched his jaw as he watched you walk down the aisle, feeling nothing but regret and sadness.

You were happy to marry your new husband, not even noticing König's eyes follow you from the crowd. Your veil trailed behind you elegantly as the wedding guests watched you in awe and admiration. The groom looked at you with a smile, tears welling up in his eyes. The dress was perfect and it outlined your curves perfectly.

"Dummes Arschloch. Sie gehört mir, nicht dir." Konig glares at the groom whilst thinking about this, his possessiveness clearly seeping through his once neutral expression.