_Elle

Just when you think you loved the wrong person, you meet the right one who reminds you what love truly is. And just like that, the fairytale begins.

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Lily's life was apparently perfect, she had a good work that kept her occupied for the majority of her time and a husband she deeply and devotedly loved. The women in the city enviously hated her for having the perfect life they all dreamed about. Until the workaholic girl's perfect life image falls apart when her husband leaves her at the altar and confesses he cheated on her, in front of everyone.
After that day, her life doesn't appear so perfect to the women in the city that now laughed behind her back.
The poor Lily never felt more pathetic in her life and she wished the ground would swallow her down for the embarrassment she felt in the second he declared he had seconds thoughts.
The same day, three hours and about four drinks later, Lily was enough dizzy to finally rebel against her (almost) husband's despicable gesture.
She wanted to prove to all the people who called her perfect and who said she would never do something aberrant and crazy by having one night of passion with a mysterious man at the club.
Little did she knew that the man was none other than the richest man in the city.

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Love at First Night

"What can I say about this woman? That she had been such a blessing and the most amazing gift life gave me. I will always remember the first day I met her, little did I think I would end up marrying the same woman who spoke to me that cold and was so reluctant to the male kind.

Who would have thought I would marry the woman I was carrying hair to as she felt sick?

Who would have thought I would fall in love when I barely could feel affection for any people.

With your, love came natural, genuine. With you love was easy.

Every day we spent together our connection grew and I fell more and more in love with you. I know by heart the squirms her body unconsciously does when she sleeps and has nightmares. The way her nose curls when she dislikes her food and how her eyes widen when she like some food.

I know her past and she knows mine, I know her present and she knows mine; I can't know her future for sure but I can only hope it will be us.