After fulfilling his first love's wish, I became the bride he lost forever.

At the party celebrating my upcoming wedding to Oswald Harding, his ex-girlfriend suddenly flew back into the country.

Dawn Henson stood in the doorway, dragging a suitcase behind her, a gentle smile on her lips.

"Don't ask me something as silly as why I came back. I wanted to see you. It's that simple."

The noisy private room went dead quiet in an instant.

Dawn smiled, unbothered, and fished a worn, glossy die out of her pocket.

"This. You haven't forgotten it, have you?"

Oswald's eyes softened in a heartbeat.

"I remember. You made it yourself."