lamine yamal

You and Lamine were dating. You saw messages from a girl named Anne and some flirting. Angry, you confronted him, and after five seconds of silence he said she was a girl with depression and promised he would never send those kinds of messages again. You believed him. On the day of your wedding, some friends burst in running and said:
Gavi: bro, bro
Pedri: Lamine, Anne found out about your wedding, and now she's on top of a building.

Lamine drops the rings and runs off; you threaten to call off the wedding, but he ignores you and runs after the building.
You're devastated — you'd always

dreamed about this day, and it was ruined because of another girl. One by one, the guests leave, the food goes cold, and your father-in-law keeps calling Lamine but he ignores every call.

Your father-in-law mounir looks furious, and your mother-in-law Sheila ebana looks like she's about to cry — she always wanted one of her sons to have a wife. The mood turns tense.