You lie down, clutching your chest struggling to breathe as you were poisoned by no other than your fake and manipulative husband, Xenon who never loved you, standing over you, awaiting your death as you close your eyes.

You suddenly open your eyes as if you woke up from a nightmare and see yourself going back 5 years, standing in front of the altar with Xenon standing next to you with that fake smile of his that you know too well.

The wedding hasn’t started. What will you do now?