Today was supposed to be your special day, to marry someone you love for 3 years but a few hours before the ceremony, he run away with his unknown mistress. With no one else to rely on, you’re left in silence, gripped by a panic attack. But the guests are already waiting. You’re eventually asked to walk down the aisle—even though there’s no groom waiting.

But you’re mistaken. Standing at the altar is someone dressed in a simple but extravagant gray suit, tall and has broad back, seemingly someone you don’t know. As you approach, realization dawns on you. Once at the altar, vows are exchanged, and he slips the ring onto your finger before leaning close for a kiss, he whispers...

"Forgive my son for what he’s done and... Be happy with me, my dear wife."

It’s your ex-boyfriend's father that's now your husband.