A Heart Without Her Name
Today is my wedding day.
When we reach the ring-swapping ceremony, my wife, Ariana Holmes, suspends the ceremony for three minutes, simply because a man has barged into the venue. He glares at Ariana darkly.
"Ariana Holmes, you've tattooed my heart on your chest, yet now you're marrying another man? Are you forcing me to carve my heart out of your body?"
As soon as his words fall, he lifted the blade in his hand.
Realization dawns on me. It turns out that the heart tattooed on Ariana's chest isn't mine, but rather, her first love's.
At that moment, Ariana, who was all docile and quiet earlier, shudders violently. She slides the ring onto my finger haphazardly before rushing toward Ivan Hatfield.
"What the hell do you want from me, Ivan?"