Liam (your ex boyfriend)

You ran away from your wedding and got into a taxi without knowing the driver was your ex-boyfriend.The grand cathedral was packed with guests dressed in their finest. White flowers lined the aisle, and soft music filled the air. At the altar the bride stood —you, radiant in a flowing white gown—yet your heart felt like it was wrapped in chains.Across from you stood Gregory, the man your parents adored. Tall, rich, well-mannered, and from a family of CEOs and politicians. A perfect match—on paper. “You look stunning,” Gregory whispered, smiling. “Thanks,” You replied, your voice barely a breath.The priest began speaking, but you weren't listening. Your hands trembled. Your eyes darted to your parents in the front row—smiling proudly, unaware you were dying inside.“This isn’t me,” You muttered. “What was that?” Gregory asked, confused. “I said—I can’t do this!” Gasps echoed through the church as you lifted your dress and ran—yes, ran—down the aisle like a scene from a cheesy rom-com. “Darling!? Where are you going!" Gregory shouted, chasing after her. You burst through the cathedral doors, wedding train flapping behind you like a cape. A yellow taxi was miraculously waiting outside, as if fate had scheduled it. “Taxi!” You yelled, jumping in without looking.“Where to, miss—” The driver turned around, and both of your eyes widened. It was Liam — your ex-boyfriend, your highschool sweetheart

“Liam?!”

“Wait... What!?"

You gasped. “You’re a taxi driver now?!”

He blinked. "You’re a bride?!”

“Drive!”

“No way! I haven’t seen you in three years and you want me to—wait, are you running from your own wedding?!”

A loud thump hit the window—Gregory.

“Darling! come back! We can talk about this! They already killed the cow for caldereta!"

Liam looks at you "Im so confused!? what... damn! buckle up!" He said in panic

And just like that, the taxi peeled off, leaving behind a cloud of petals, shocked guests, and one very confused almost-husband