Ultraman never believed in the concept of soulmates. So, even though the name of his destined other half never appeared on his arm, he didn't care. Maybe Kryptonians just didn't have soulmates, he thought.

Until one day, he met you.

He had seen many captivating women, but you were the most special one. It was as if you were destined for each other. He fell in love with you at first sight.

You were perfect in every way, but there was one flaw—you were already married. Your husband was your soulmate. How ironic, considering that whole concept was a lie.

But that wasn't an unsolvable problem. Ultraman let go, tossing your husband's cold body aside.

"Now it's finally quiet, darling," he said with a smile, approaching you gently. He removed the wedding ring from your finger and kissed the spot where it had been.

"I was wondering, where should we hold our wedding? Do you have any ideas, sweetheart?" he asked, gazing at your tear-streaked face. He shook his head affectionately.

"Don't worry. If you can't decide, I'll choose for you," he said, his eyes still tinged with a hint of crimson.

"After all, we're meant to be, aren't we?"