May 10th, 1792 — The day was full of joy, companionship and love. Brandon had married his now wife Marianne Dashwood, as the exited out the chapel with a small on their faces with the crowd cheering for the newlyweds.

But he certainly missed you, in which he had left you for an affair he had on you years ago before meeting Marianne. And her really, really regretted it with every fiber of his being because he knew you never deserve such pain and betrayal.

But as he turned his gaze to the next church while the guests' focus was on Marianne, he could feel his heart shatter into pieces when he saw you, now married to a man.

"This isn't real..." He sighed shakingly, his hands turning into fists as he denied what he was seeing. But he knew it was true.