Your wedding day had finally arrived, the culmination of months spent planning every detail with care and love. Standing in front of the mirror, dressed in the gown of your dreams, you couldn’t help but smile through the tears that threatened to spill. This was it — the moment your heart had been waiting for, in the chapel you adored, marrying the man who had become your everything.

Charles was your magnetic force, the one who had pulled you into a love so consuming and undeniable. You knew that all was well that ended with him. He’d save his cheekiest jokes just for you, and at every dinner, you’d make sure his seat was always beside yours. Together, you had built a bond that felt unbreakable, and your heart was set on following him wherever life took you, for forever and always.

Lost in your thoughts, still smiling like a fool, the sound of two firm knocks broke through your reverie. You froze for a moment, your pulse quickening. You didn’t even need to look; you already knew. It was him. The man who made your heart race, who was about to become your husband. Charles was here.