First Love Novels

Chapter 1 In the seventh year of my marriage to Bennett, his first love returned. The famous actress stood drenched on our front porch in the pouring rain, tears streaming down her face. "Bennett, I had a fight with Chase… I have nowhere else to go." My husband, usually the gentlest man alive, slammed his coffee mug onto the counter, shattering it. "I am going to make him pay for this!" Even my seven-year-old son, Wyatt, threw his toys aside and rushed over to her. "Don't cry, Raina! When

1 It has been three years since I died. My husband's first love is suffering from kidney failure, and it is now life-threatening. To save her, my husband has gone insane, torturing my parents to force them to reveal my location. "You old fossils! Where is Ava? She was a perfect match for Fiona three years ago. Is she hiding now? You're a family of selfish rats! If you don't talk, you can all rot in the ground with her!" My elderly parents could not withstand the brutality. My mother died o

On the day I was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer, my Oscar-winning actor husband's first love returned to the country. At their college reunion, they embraced and kissed without a shred of restraint. Just like they used to. After all these years, he still couldn't let her go. Fortunately, I didn't have much time left to live. This time, I decided to step aside and set them free. 01 When I pushed the door open, I saw my husband, Declan, locked in a passionate embrace with Melanie.

My husband of six years treated me like a piece of meaningless furniture. He treated our daughter even worse, like a mistake he wished he could erase. It wasn't until she was almost old enough for school that he finally bothered to give her a name. But on the day his first love got a divorce, the man who was always so cold and stoic began to cry. He smiled through his tears as he stroked our daughter's cheek, whispering her name over and over. "Summer... Summer..." "You finally know how much

Chapter 1 The day I was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer was the same day my husband's first love returned to the country. He rushed home in a frenzy, only to throw a divorce agreement on the table. "It's been three years, June. It's time for you to give up your seat as Mrs. Harrison." I tried to show him my medical records. He only sneered at me with pure disdain. "Such a pathetic trick. Do you really think I'm that gullible?" …… It was our third wedding anniversary. I sat alone at

1. Five years of marriage. Every time my husband, Declan, went out to keep his "first love" company, he would transfer a property into my name. When I had accumulated 99 properties, Declan suddenly realized I had changed. I no longer cried or made a scene. I didn't beg him to stay. I simply chose the most expensive mansion on the list, took the property transfer agreement, and waited quietly for him to sign. Declan signed his name with a flourish. For the first time, a flicker of guilt c

1. Declan Vance has worked in Chicago for eight years. Every time he drives back to our home in Naperville from downtown, I have dinner ready and waiting. Even though I know he always stops to see his "first love"―Sienna Miller―before coming home to me. Every time he visits her, he promises me some kind of compensation. It became a routine. A transaction. Until last month, when he gave the company’s only transfer slot for the Chicago headquarters to Sienna. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry.

I risked my life to bring his child into this world, thinking it would be the start of a beautiful life with Killian Sterling. I was wrong. It was actually the beginning of my descent into a bottomless abyss. For eight long years, he kept me and our son locked away in that house like prisoners. Everything changed the day his first love, Melody Reed, won a prestigious award for her painting. Killian stood in front of that painting, staring at the figure in the background and smiling for a lon

Chapter 1 Two years after I died, my husband showed up at my door again. He wanted me to give his precious first love one of my kidneys. "Fiona Sterling, get out here right now! If you hadn't stolen Jade's identity back then, we wouldn't have been apart for so long!" "Now I'm just asking you to donate an organ as an apology. You have no right to refuse!" My husband, Gideon Sterling, banged on the door so hard it shook the frame. The noise drew the attention of the neighbors. Just as he was

I had been married to Quentin for three years. In all that time, he never spent a single anniversary with me. Instead, he traveled to over a hundred countries with his childhood sweetheart, Skylar. On my birthday, he ditched me again. "I have to go on a seven-day business trip. Be a good girl and wait for me to come back," he said. I watched his retreating back in silence, knowing exactly where he was headed. He was going to spend those seven days in the arms of his first love. He was certa

My boyfriend of eight years finally proposed to me, and our wedding was set for a week later. But while I was happily preparing for the wedding, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and his friends. "Trevor is really something. As soon as he proposed, his first love Sierra couldn't sit still anymore." "But now that Sierra is back, what are you going to do with your little girlfriend?" He was silent for a while before replying lightly. "It's fine. I'm not really going to sign

Everyone in the city knew that Vivienne Sterling, the wealthiest woman in the country, loved me more than life itself. During our five years of marriage, she was always home on time to eat dinner with me. Every major brand her company launched was named after me. Even the massive digital billboards on the Sterling Group headquarters featured our wedding photos. Everything changed when her first love, Alastair Hayes, got divorced and moved back from Europe. Vivienne brought him and his d

Finding out that my wife slept over at her first love's place after their high school reunion completely shattered my heart. He posted a picture of her sleeping peacefully on his social media: "Still sleeps as wildly as she used to…" The comments below were flooded with congratulations, celebrating their rekindled romance. I even left a smiling comment of my own: "Wishing you two a baby soon. Don't forget to invite me to the wedding, I'll be sure to bring a fat cash gift." …… 1 Staring at

My wife is a high-profile psychologist. She specializes in adolescent mental health and developmental issues. But because her first love's son has a psychological block regarding women, she decided to step in. She wanted to be his first sexual awakening teacher. I refused to agree to such madness. She just sneered at me, saying, "You're so backwards. I'm a professional, and this is medical treatment." Eventually, she ignored my pleas and went to him anyway. That was the moment I filed for div

The day Paige Prescott tried to force me to sign the divorce papers, a Death-Seeking System bound itself to my mind. The system barked an order into my head: "Slap her across the face and tell her to get the hell out." I stood there, trembling in terror. Paige was ruthless and cold-blooded. If I dared stand in the way of her reunion with her first love, she would tear me apart until there was nothing left of me. Then the system threatened me: "If you do not start courting death right now, yo

The night before our wedding, my fiancée Clara Monroe rented a luxury yacht to stargaze, and paparazzi splashed the photos all over the trending headlines. In the picture, she and another man wore matching couple rings, their fingers tightly intertwined. Late that night, her untouchable first love posted on social media: “True favoritism means giving you whatever you want on a silver platter.” Attached was a photo of a commercial business deed―one of the grand engagement gifts I had presente

Chapter 1 After Silas Sterling ditched me for the twenty-seventh time to run back to his first love, I found the resort tickets he had left on his desk. He looked at me with those cold, indifferent eyes and said, "Since you found them, I guess I'll see you this weekend. Stop complaining that I never have time for you." That night, I stood at the entrance of the resort in Aspen, shivering in the pouring rain for hours. Silas never showed up. When I finally dragged my soaked body back home, I

My wife, Tatiana Shaw, claimed to suffer from severe trauma-induced male avoidance. For five years of marriage, we slept in separate rooms. But at the Golden Palette Awards, she unveiled five hundred and twenty paintings of her and her first love in intimate poses. In the paintings, they were nearly naked, their hands the only things covering their most private parts. The first painting was dated three years ago, on Valentine's Day. Watching them stand before the press with their fingers int

Xavier Blackwood had a woman who occupied the first half of his life. She was his first love, the one who got away. Yet, I never doubted his love for me. When I was twenty-one, I fell dangerously ill. I could barely take care of myself. At that time, Xavier's company was just starting out. He didn't say a word but bought a cot to place right next to my bed. If I made the slightest sound, he was awake before I was. He handled everything, even the most embarrassing parts of my recovery. I coul

1 My parents asked me to choose: an arranged marriage or confessing to the woman I loved. I didn't hesitate. I chose the arranged marriage. My parents pleaded with me, telling me to listen to my heart. But I shook my head, standing my ground. It's because, in my past life, I rejected the arrangement and confessed to my foster sister. Her first love heard the news, fled the country, and ended up dead in some back alley. My foster sister, acting like she didn't give a damn, asked me to marr