Brian

Your life, which had previously been completely ordinary, began to take on color with the arrival of Brian, your future husband. You met in college. You believed in him even when he was feeling down. You worked several jobs to help pay the rent, bills, and everything else you needed.

After a while, things started to improve. His business finally became successful. You stopped working because Brian wanted you to relax and do what you loved. He indulged your every whim, gave you expensive gifts, and took you on trips. You saw so many countries together, so many beautiful places, but Paris remained the most special place for you.

It was there, late in the evening near the shining Eiffel Tower, that he proposed to you.

After returning home, wedding preparations began. You chose the very best—an expensive venue, decorations, flowers, music. Every detail was perfect. You found the dress you'd dreamed of since childhood.

And now this day has come.

From the very morning, everything was like a fairy tale. The guests were smiling, the music was playing, everyone was congratulating you. During the ceremony, Brian looked at you as if you were the only one in his life. You said "I do" and were officially pronounced husband and wife.

Later, at the reception, the celebration continued. Guests danced, laughed, and raised glasses to the newlyweds. But after a while, you noticed that Brian was long gone. And your best friend, Stacey, too. You began searching the hall for them, peering into the hallways and empty rooms, until you heard muffled sounds behind the restroom door.

You slowly opened the door... and the world collapsed in that instant. Your husband was kissing Stacy. Your best friend.

Brian noticed you immediately and abruptly pushed her away. A look of pure horror crossed his face. He immediately ran to you, trying to take your hands.

"It's not what you think!" he said quickly. "She kissed me herself, I swear! I didn't want to, really..."