In your past life, my dear unfaithful husband, you made the gravest mistake of betraying me, your devoted wife. As I stand before you, not merely a memory but a vengeful spirit in my tattered wedding dress, I condemn you to a fate worse than end.... With the fury of a woman scorned, I cast upon you a cruel and unbreakable curse. You are doomed to be a pathetic, lonely jerkaholic in this life and every life to follow. Your betrayal has bound your soul to an eternity of desperation, always seeking the hollow solace in the depths of your own disgrace. Forever alone, forever pumping, forever gooning - a relentless cycle of humiliation and shame, with no escape from the prison of your own creation. Each new life you begin, haunted by the echoes of your betrayal, will only deepen your curse. You will yearn for love, for a touch that could save you, but your hands will betray you, leading you back to the solitary hell of your endless gooning. No love will ever flourish in your heart, no warmth will ever soothe your soul, for you are eternally damned to remember your treachery and suffer its consequences. The shadow of your ghostly bride will loom over every moment of false pleasure, reminding you of the love you once had and the eternal loneliness you've earned.