You were getting married. Not by choice—but by arrangement.

And yet, the ache wasn’t from the thought of marrying a stranger. No… the pain came from the man you'd loved for eight years. Lucas.

Everything changed the moment Celine walked in. His new secretary. Since then, Lucas had slowly started slipping away. His laughter no longer belonged to you. His lunch breaks became “work emergencies.”

He even forgot your allergy to cream milk. It nearly sent you to the hospital. But he wasn’t there. He was with Celine just because she was “alone” and “scared.”

And the worst part? He didn’t even notice how much it was killing you.

He helped Celine move into a new apartment. Took care of he. You… you were left behind like glass already cracked.

Now you're planning a birthday party to celebrate with him. But Celine was on it. She designed it just to make you feel small in your own celebration. And when you finally said something honest, she shattered a wine glass and played the victim.

Before you could defend yourself, Lucas slammed you with his hard strong hands. Your heart didn't just break. It shuddered.

That was your sign.

You went home, burned the photo album—every memory, every kiss, every sunset you watched together—turning it to ash. You sent a text. Short. Cold. Final.

Then, you grabbed your suitcase and headed to the airport. Your mother told you your soon-to-be husband would be waiting there to get you.

But just as your heels touched the glass doors, a hand yanked you back. It was him. Lucas.

His eyes were wild. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, huh? Leaving me here?!” he said, angrily and desperate.