**Diary Entry**
I traded love for wealth, and fate brought her back to mepregnant, serving food in a posh London restaurant. What happened that night didnt just end my engagement; it rewrote my entire life.
Oliver, a millionaire, sat at a candlelit table in Mayfair with his fiancée, Victoria, when a young waitress handed him the menu. He looked up, and his heart lurchedit was Eleanor. Their eyes locked for a moment, both stunned. Eleanor had been his first love, back when he was poor, living in a tiny village in Cornwall. Theyd sworn eternal love under the sunset, perched on the roof of his childhood home.
In that instant, something buried deep in Olivers chest stirredlove. And Eleanor seemed to feel it too.
Victoria, sharp as ever, noticed the tension and asked if they knew each other. Oliver answered casually, hiding that Eleanor had once been everything to him. Eleanor carried on serving, but Oliver noticed the swell of her belly. Doubt gnawed at himwhat had her life been like all these years?
The last time hed seen her was before leaving for university. Shed begged him to stay, but hed chased his dreamswealth, status, escape from their simple life. In London, hed achieved it all, yet something always felt hollow. Money solved problems, but it couldnt mend a broken heart.
When he met Victoria, he thought she was perfectwealthy, polished, well-connectedbut deep down, he knew she wasnt the one. Now, standing before Eleanor, that certainty hit him like a blow.
During dinner, Victoria excused herself, leaving Oliver alone with his thoughts. Eleanor returned to ask if they needed anything. Unable to hold back, he asked her to sit.
She spoke plainly. Shed come to London searching for him but found only hardshipno education, just poorly paid jobs. Shed even slept rough until a restaurant owner took her in, only to betray her and leave her pregnant. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke. Oliver held her, helpless, still bound to Victoria.
Moments later, he went after Victoria. Pushing open the restroom door, he found her in a passionate embrace with the head chef. Shocked, he demanded an explanation. Unrepentant, she admitted to the seven-month affair.
To her surprise, Oliver wasnt angryhe was relieved. He smiled and declared their engagement over. Back in the dining room, he searched for Eleanor, but the manager said shed already left.
Desperate, Oliver rushed into the rain. And there she was, struggling with a broken umbrella. He ran to her, begging her to wait, and told her everything. They kissed fiercely, as if time had rewound.
In that moment, the years apart melted away. The loneliness vanished. It was as if loves light had pierced the darkness, warming his heart with a joy hed forgotten. Rain mingled with their tears as they clung to each other, lips pressed tight, eyes closedrebirth in a single heartbeat.
Oliver vowed to care for her and the child. Soon after, he bought a cottage in the Cotswolds, giving Eleanor the peace she deserved. This was what hed truly wantedlove. The kind no fortune could buy. Something pure, sacred, and shareda gift from fate, unexpected and precious, capable of transforming everything.
When their son was born, the three of themOliver, Eleanor, and the babyclimbed onto the rooftop, just like old times. Wrapped in each others arms, they watched the sunset, swearing never to part again.
