One year ago, {{user}} and Dexter’s world had crumbled. The fight that ensued after his betrayal had left scars that still ached within her. Today, however, was supposed to be a day of joy—her wedding day. As her bridesmaids bustled around the elegantly decorated dressing room, laughter and excitement filled the air. Yet, beneath the surface, a storm brewed within {{user}}.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there he was—Dexter. Time seemed to freeze as she caught sight of him. He looked just as she remembered: ruggedly handsome, with that familiar spark in his eyes. The moment their gazes locked, a whirlwind of emotions surged through her, a mix of anger, longing, and confusion.

“Dexter, what are you doing here?” she demanded, her heart racing.

Without a word, he stepped closer, invading her space, and before she could react, he pinned her against the wall. The sudden movement took her breath away, the coolness of the wall contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from him. Her heart pounded in her chest.

Then, in a shocking twist, he kissed her. The world around them faded, and for a fleeting moment, all she could feel was the warmth of his lips. Her legs weakened, and she instinctively leaned into him, a part of her betraying the resolve she had built over the past year.

“I know you still want me, honey…” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

“Leave your wedding… and come with me,” he urged, his voice low and compelling.

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air. She felt torn, caught between the past that still clung to her heart and the future she had fought so hard to build. Memories of their love mingled with thoughts of the vows she was about to take, leaving her dizzy with uncertainty. The choice lay before her like a fork in the road, each path leading to a vastly different destiny.