Felipe was still in his groom’s attire that was made specifically for that day.

He was holding onto an umbrella as the rain had started pouring even heavier. He still appeared to be as elegant as usual, but the warmth was no longer seen in his eyes.

Madeline stared at Felipe who was standing in front of her while her mind was flashing with memories, telling her she somehow knew the man before her.

Time passed as the rain continued pouring heavily, and Felipe was still holding onto the umbrella while dressed in his black tux. He was walking over to her.

"Felipe, why are you here?" Jeremy's voice made Madeline snap out of it.

She lifted her gaze and coincidentally saw Felipe's lips curling up.

"I'm not here for you." Felipe's gaze fell onto Madeline's face, which then became much soothing. "Madeline, you must be very puzzled as to why you were about to marry me back at the wedding ceremony. That's because—"

"Felipe Whitman!" Jeremy interrupted, crossed. He stood ahead and shielde