AN: I know the description was kinda cheesy, but bear with me, okay?
"Anything worth having is a thing worth cheating for."
-W. C. Fields
Prologue
She gently pushed through the heated crowd; her white dress trailing after her. The music pounded in her ears, as her chocolate-cinnamon eyes almost madly searched for an exit in the most exquisite, yet unbelievably humid ball room. Swiftly, she made her way through the throng of people, saying a few 'Hi's and 'How are you's to some close friends and family. Finally she reached her destination, her escape from this crazy scene. Glancing around to make sure no one have noticed her, she slipped through the vintage styled glass doors into the opaque night. 'God, where's the moon when you need it,' she complained in her mind, as she attempted to make her way to the edge of the stone-paved patio. "Oh Shit," She cursed aloud as her hand skimmed the heal of her Jimmy Choo's stilettos; She had hit the stone wall with her toe, and made a deep scratch on her shoes. "Well, Sakura, " She softly said to her self, exposing a smile, "At least you now know you're at the edge.". Tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind her ears, she glanced around the beautiful garden of exotic flowers below her, a dull light gleaming upon them. Without warning, a pair of firm hands expertly slid around her waist and pulled her close, placing a simply sweet kiss on her bare shoulders.
Automatically her head laid comfortable on his shoulder, and gently broke the silence, "Hey Eriol…". He shifted, and leaned forward, while his hand slowly wondered up her dress and whispered in her ears, "Who?" . Sakura eye's grew wide, recognizing the familiar voice, and pushed the stranger away, facing him, she threatened, "What the hell do you think you're doing, Li.". It wasn't a question, far from it. Syaoran smirked, and unconsciously ran a hand through his brown hair.
"Just saying a hello on your wedding night," Sakura scoffed at his answer, but Syaoran continued on, ignoring her.
"What, is that too much to ask, Mrs. Hiiragizawa?"
"Like you said," Sakura angrily remarked, "This is my wedding night; I'm officially married," She raised up her hand, showing the polished diamond Cartier on her ring finger, "Don't fucking touch me like you own me."
Syaoran deliberately came closer to Sakura and replied, "Really? Things weren't like this last time we met. Last time 'Fuck' wasn't an insult, but something we both enjoyed, and wanted." His hand gently brushed against her cheek, but Sakura swiftly slapped his hand away, resulting a light chuckle from him, and continued talking before she could interrupt. "Last time, my dear Sakura, the fact that you were with Eriol didn't seem to bother you one bit."
"Last time," she furiously remarked, "Last time, It was in the beginning of my relationship with Eriol. Last time I wasn't married. Last time we were half way across the world from my Husband. Last Time-" By now, Sakura was uncontrollably shaking from the harsh memories that brought back so much anger, feelings, and regret. "Last Time, Syaoran," She harshly said, " Was the Last Time."