When the First Love Returned, I Died — Novel

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Life can change in an instant. For Violet, a diagnosis of terminal cancer shatters the fragile peace of her existence, leaving her grappling with the weight of mortality while the world continues to spin. As she navigates the emotional turmoil of impending loss, memories of her first love, Leon, intertwine with her present—a bittersweet reminder of what once was.

In the shadows of her illness, Violet watches as Leon’s new relationship with Lydia blossoms, each smile shared between them piercing her heart with jealousy and longing. Can she confront her feelings while facing the specter of fate? As their lives entwine once again, the tension thickens—will Violet find the strength to reclaim her voice, or will the echoes of her past drown her in despair?

Caught between the hope of healing and the pain of unrequited love, Violet must decide what truly matters. In a world where every moment counts, how far will she go to protect the legacy she built with Leon, and will she discover that love can still bloom, even in the darkest of times?

When the First Love Returned, I DiedChapter 1 I'm Dying

"Mrs. Bailey! Mr. Bailey needs me for something." Kevin, my driver, jogged over, his words abruptly interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh, all right. I can take a taxi later," I replied, clutching the report in my hand.

"From the CT results, it appears you may have a tumor, and it's in a difficult location. I recommend you have a biopsy as soon as possible to confirm," the doctor had said.

I stood there, stunned, unable to speak, just staring blankly as the doctor's mouth moved. Perhaps he was explaining how serious my condition might be.

For half a year, I've had intermittent dizziness and headaches, sometimes even experiencing temporary blindness. I thought it was just from overworking.

My voice trembled as I asked, "If it's malignant, how much time do I have left..."

"If it's on the better side, a year or two. If it's not... maybe just a few months. Of course, as long as you actively cooperate with the treatment, we will do our best."

I didn't know how I walked out of the hospital. I confirmed the biopsy date with the doctor for next Tuesday. Monday would be the Withe's staff meeting. So, I planned to go for the biopsy on Tuesday.