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Love at First Night

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. ———————- 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. Cover was commissioned! Do not use! Join the server for free coins -> Discord server: https://discord.gg/FpMxgdeAf7

_Elle · Urban
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Facts over words

"I have to get to work now." He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Then he put his jacket on and prepared to leave.

"Have a good day," I said and he smiled at me.

He left walking out with my heart too, free to use the keys of my heart or to drop those off in the following day.

Who did invent the words I love you and why did I have this desperate need to hear him say it to make it real. 

He loved me and he showed me through his small gestures.

Yet my heart needed to hear those words as fuel to start the car.

I contemplated the emptiness of the table in front of me, as the image of us together was still intact. 

If I had missed him so much that his return cheered me to the point it changed my mood and made me turn into the happiest girl ever. How much would I miss him if he left forever and never came back, leaving the keys of my heart under the door?