**Diary Entry**
After a bitter breakup, a wealthy young man named Oliver decided hed marry the first woman who said yes. Heartbroken, he locked himself away for an entire day before emerging with a resolve. In the park, a girl named Emily agreed without questionno demands, just a quiet smile as she took his hand.
Well file the paperwork tomorrow, he told her. Then well visit your parents.
Emily surprised himsharp, steady, independent. She wasnt waiting for a prince, but she saw something real in Oliver. The month before the wedding, they were inseparable. He chose her dress, the rings, arranged everything himself. In the chaos, he found balance.
Then, at the registrars office on their wedding day, the unexpected happened.
They ran into Charlotte. Her gaze was icy, bewildered. Oliver kept his composure, wished her well. Only then did he realisehe wasnt marrying for revenge, but for a fresh start.
With Emily, everything was different: no drama, just trust. She bonded with Olivers sister, Lucy, helped expand the family business. They built homes, lived quietly. Yet Oliver missed somethingthe old fire, the ache hed felt with Charlotte.
When Emily left to visit her grandmother, he acted on impulse. He messaged Charlotte. She was alonejobless, single. They met. But everything about her felt foreignher perfume, her voice, her mannerisms. *What am I even doing here?* he wondered.
He left in a hurry. At home, clarity struck: Emily was his true love. Hed never even called her by her name, yet she was the one who mattered. He sped down the motorway, desperate to reach her in time.
I couldnt last two days without you.
Youre absolutely mad, she laughed through tears.
Emily, my love, he whispered. And in that moment, he understoodhappiness isnt found in storms. Its the one beside you when you finally open your eyes.
