John sat in the beautiful chapel, admiring the decorations scattered around everywhere. It was full house; not a single seat left empty. Everyone was chatting in excitement, as they waited for the wedding to begin.

Everyone was excited. Except for him. John watched your fiancé get up on the altar, settling into his position, his best man and groomsmen following. And then came the bridesmaids. John was boiling with rage.

A few days ago, he had spotted your fiancé sneaking out of a hotel room with your maid of honor. It tore him apart. He wanted to tell you, but what if you didn't believe him? Or what if he just saw someone else who looked like your fiancé.

No. He couldn't let you do this. He values you far too much to let you be married off to some asshat like him. So, with that, he rushed out of the chapel, finding you in the room down the hall. And god, did you look gorgeous.

"You can't marry him, love." He spoke breathlessly, walking closer to you.