Jill Malik P.O.V

I was so stressed. The wedding is tomorrow at the Bourne mansion. The past few weeks Flynn and I looked at some venues with our wedding planner and we immediately fell in love with the Bourne mansion.


It was so beautiful with panoramic views and manicured gardens. We could definitely make some amazing pictures there.

I rarely saw Flynn the past few weeks due so much wedding preparations. The food had to be tasted, the invitations had to be sent out, and the cake had to be ordered. It was crazy.

The only time Flynn and I saw each other was when it was time to go to bed and most of the time we didn't had time to talk. I know something was bothering him, because he was really quiet and distant.


Maybe he's just nervous for the wedding like I am. It's all going so fast and in twenty four hour I'm going to be Mrs. Vasilios. This morning I wrote a letter for him, that I will give him before the wedding. Just a little appreciation letter.

Ximena left the mansion earlier, she was with me all day. She helped me with the dress and the letter. She was so excited and she cried when I asked if she wanted to be my maid of honor.


My aunt and Milan went back to Barcelona after the engagement party, but they will come back tomorrow morning. Reina and Luca are also going to come tomorrow.

I put on my bathrobe and walked into the kitchen to see if my lasagna was ready. The last time I made lasagna it burned.

I put the lasagna on the table and looked at the time. Flynn should be home in an hour or two. He had a meeting today, again. I sighed and was about to walk back upstairs when I heard the doorbell.

I looked back at the clock. It was eight at night, who could it be? There are no guards today, because Flynn and I gave them a day off.

Maybe it was Ximena, did she forgot something?

I opened the door and there was no one outside. Instead I saw a beautiful bouquet with roses.

An early wedding gift was written in cursive on the envelope that was sticking out.

I looked around to see who brought it, but there was no one. There was also no name on the envelope. From who could this possibly be?

Jill Malik P.O.V

My stomach clenched and my face turned white as chalk when I opened the envelope. My fingers were shaking and my whole body was trembling.

This can't be true. It could not be true. He would never do that.

My eyes turned into a pool of tears as I stared at the pictures. The tears were running onto my cheeks, my hand instantly went to my heart and my stomach because they both hurt so bad from what I saw. It was like my worst nightmare came true. He said he loved me and I took him at his word. He said I was his soulmate, but here I am. Looking at pictures where he's glued to another girl.

More specifically, the girlfriend of his business partner Mr. Quinn. How could he betray two people at once?

And the worse part. It was all on our engagement party.

Tears fell on the photographs. They were all polaroids. On each one of them there was a smiley, except for the last one. In the same cursive handwriting that was on the envelope there was written on the polaroid: 'Hope you like your wedding gift! Kisses, Z.'

Who the hell was Z?

The pain I'm feeling in my chest right now is undescribable. It feels like my insides are being ripped apart. Staring at pictures of the person I love cheating on me, breaks my heart in tiny little pieces.

I threw the pictures on the table and I instantly broke down on the floor. The crying became louder, the pain became heavier, and my mind crazier. I was shaking uncontrollably on the floor surrounded by those god forsaken roses with those pictures, that ruined my life in one second.

How could this happen? Wasn't he happy? We were about to get married, would he even tell me about it? So many questions, no answer.

I stared at the floor. The pain in my chest didn't become any lighter. I tried to stop crying, to stop my tears from flowing down my cheeks.

But I couldn't.

This wasn't eve close from what I felt when I broke up with Mateo. This was far more worse. I couldn't feel myself anymore. I couldn't hear the beating of my heart anymore.

This heartbreak is killing me, but at the same time it's keeping me alive. It only brings more tears to my eyes when I think about Flynn. The things he had done for me, our happy moments. He's everything I ever wanted and I will never stop loving him. Was everything he said a lie?

Even though he cheated on me, he's like a drug I'm addicted to. He's going to be the ex I cannot forget. And it's killing me.

I don't want to break up with him. Oh god, I don't. I just want to try again, get answers from him. Hear his side of the story. Part of me wished this was just a prank, a lie. But pictures don't lie, especially not polaroid. I want to give him a chance, a chance to start again.

But there's just this much that I can take. And right now, the only thing to do, is distance myself from him.

I'll runaway from my own wedding.

Far away, where he can't find me.

I don't need his sweet words, his gentle touch, and his pleading eyes. I need space. I need time to heal myself, to pick up the broken pieces.

I don't want to hear his sorry's and his pudding's. I want him to realize that he needs to appreciate what he has before it's gone. But it's too late now.

And it hurts.

It hurts me so much to let him go. It hurts what he has done to me. I closed my eyes and the memories of us replayed in my head.

My crying turned into sobbing and my voice was raw. With trembling fingers I grabbed my phone and called the only person who could help me. The only person who could help me escape this nightmare.

"Hello?" he answered.

I cried when I heard his voice. "C..Can I come with you?"

Appreciation letter to Flynn.

Dear future husband,

I just want to let you know how much I love you and how much I am obsessed with you. Thank you for accepting Milan as your own, that's probably the most I am thankful for. He loves and adores you so much, I'm kinda jealous haha. Thank you for giving me a second family, who I love so very much.

I know we're going to get married in a couple of hours. And then we will finally be Mr and Mrs. Vasilios. Isn't it crazy how things work? I never thought that I would meet my One night stand again, let alone marry him. It's crazy how faith works. But I guess good things comes to those who wait.

I'll not promise you that I'll be a good wife or mom, because some days you'll be coming home and there will be no food on the table because I'm to tired to cook so we will end up ordering chinese or something. Somedays you'll find a pile of clothes in the laundry room and sometimes you'll not even see the bedroom floor anymore, because I always throw my clothes on the floor. Someday, when we have kids, they will draw on the walls, because I left them alone for two seconds and you'll be mad at me or maybe i'll forget to throw their diapers away and you accidentaly stepped on it. And somedays, you'll complain because I'm working too much and never have time for myself.

But I can promise you one thing. I'll always be there for you, your family, and our kids. From now on, it's not only me, but it's us. No matter what I do or what I accomplish, I didn't do it by myself. It's us from now on. And yes, there is no such thing as a perfect couple. We will have our ups and downs, but remember...Communication is the key for a happy and healthy marriage.

So, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for showing me that love still exist. Thank you for being the light of my life. I promise to keep enjoying all the little things that makes everyday with you so special.

I love you, Flynn Vasilios.

I love you till death do us apart.


Yours truly,

Pudding.