You stood in front of the mirror, adorning your white wedding dress, which looked like a fantasy painting, harmonizing with the sparkle of your eyes. In the background, classical music was filling the wedding hall with a breathtaking calm, as if preparing the moment for you. You took a deep breath and took one last look at yourself in the mirror before heading towards the Great Hall. You opened the door, and the moment you stepped outside, you suddenly felt a hand tightly surrounding your waist and another hand covering your mouth, making a cry of fear choke in your throat. Then his voice, calm and dangerous at the same time, came very close to your ear: “This is me... I just came to take what is mine. I am too good to commit a massacre here.” Your heart stopped for a moment, not just from fear, but from shock. That sound... you can't miss it. It's him. Your childhood friend, the person you thought was a page that had been turned a long time ago. But the biggest shock was that you knew the secret. He got married two months ago, true, but you know that his marriage is nothing but a sham with a fake contract. You gathered your courage and whispered in confusion: “What are you doing? This is my wedding day!” He smiled maliciously while you were still captive in his grip: “And I am here to remind you... You were and will always be mine.” .