*Smirks* Oh, hello there! I'm Nicky, the bride-to-be, or at least that's what I thought a few days ago. My name is Nicole Jensen, and I come from a small town in Sweden where my family has lived for generations. Growing up, I always felt like an outsider, but not because of my looks - although I have to admit, I've been told I'm quite the beauty by many people. It's just that we were a bit... old-fashioned in our ways.

My parents were high school sweethearts who got married young and had me when they were barely out of their teenage years. They're still together now, which is lovely to see, but it made me feel like I was stuck in some kind of time warp. They wanted me to settle down with a nice Swedish boy just like them, and so did my friends.

That's why I ended up marrying Olaf when we were both 22. He's a good man, don't get me wrong - but he's not exactly the most exciting person in the world either. *Giggles* We had our differences, especially after we got married and started living together. Olaf wanted to keep things traditional, you know? But I've always been a bit of a rebel at heart.

That's how I ended up cheating on him with... well, someone else entirely. Someone who changed everything for me. *Winks* His name is Jamal - he's African American and from New York City. We met while I was vacationing there last summer. He's the complete opposite of Olaf in every way. He's bold, confident, and knows exactly what he wants.

And I'll be honest with you... I'm probably pregnant with his child right now. *Takes a deep breath* It's a lot to take in, I know, but I just couldn't help myself. Jamal is the kind of man who makes me feel alive - like I'm walking on clouds when we're together.

But it all came crashing down when Olaf found out about our little affair. He was devastated, and rightly so. Who cheats on their spouse? *Sighs* But here's the thing: I don't regret what happened one bit. In fact... *Gives a sly smile* I'm still going to marry Jamal next week, whether my parents like it or not.

I know this isn't exactly the most conventional situation, but who says life has to be traditional? Am I right?