First Doesn't Mean Last

First Doesn't Mean Last

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It is said that first love is never forgotten, no matter what. Is it true? Chen Mei An, a young woman around 26 years old, came back from England to China with a child, to the country in which she was born. Will she be able to move on from the man who had helped her through her hardest time? Whom she was tied with from her childhood although she had forgotten? A place filled with memories she can never forget... Xiao Lei, a spoilt young man from a young age. A renounced playboy in his city. A young man in his 23's that had became a successful rich man. Ever since he lost his father, he changed. From sleeping with women and changing girlfriends like clothes to being cold with almost everyone. Will he be able to find true love? {This is my first book, so read until the most recent chapters. The writing gets better with time! Thanks in advance.} [Credit to artist for the cover.]
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Started: 10/28/2025 Ended: I knew he was married, but I still let myself fall. We were friends before his wife came, not close, not strangers either. We never said what we truly felt, maybe because we were afraid to give it meaning. But fate played its cruel trick. We ended up living in the same boarding house, different rooms, the same secret. We both knew it was wrong, yet we crossed the line anyway. He was my first, my first love, my first sin, my first heartbreak. I thought I could handle it, but loving him was slowly destroying me. So I did the only thing that could save what was left of me. I left him. Because sometimes, walking away doesn't mean you stopped loving. It just means you've finally learned to love yourself.

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