Dying While You Loved Her — Novel

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In a world where love can be twisted by blood ties and betrayal, Lesley's fight for life takes a dark turn. Diagnosed with a terminal illness, she clings to the hope of a bone marrow transplant from her estranged twin sister. But when her husband, Fredrinn, a notorious mafia king, agrees to a deal that means sharing a month with the woman who has always resented her, Lesley's world begins to crumble. How can she trust him when the line between love and obligation blurs?

As Lesley's health deteriorates, so does her marriage. Fredrinn, once dedicated to her, now seems caught in a web of loyalty and deception, drawn to the sister who once left her behind. With each delay in the transplant, Lesley feels her grip on life slipping away, while Fredrinn's promises ring hollow. Is he really just acting for her sake, or has he crossed a line that can never be uncrossed?

With every heartbeat, the stakes rise and the tension thickens. Can Lesley find a way to reclaim her life before it’s too late? Or will she be left to watch as the man she loves and the sister she despises build a new life—one that might cost her everything?

Dying While You Loved HerChapter 1

I was alone in the hospital when the doctor told me I was dying.

“Lesley, your bone marrow treatment isn’t working anymore. Transfusions can only buy you time. You need a transplant soon, or your body’s going to shut down.”

I nodded like I understood. Like I was still here but I wasn’t.

My hands were shaking when I grabbed my phone and called Fredrinn. My husband. Five years. Mafia king, everyone’s nightmare. Supposedly mine too, just in a different way.

It rang.

Again.

Then it stopped. I called back but it sraight to nothing.

My chest felt tight, like someone was sitting on it. I stared at my screen, waiting. Hoping. Like an idiot.

Instead, Instagram popped up.

A post.

From her.

My twin.

My fraternal twin sister. Same blood, different soul. The one who left, who always said she was meant for bigger things, prettier things. The one who never hid how much she hated that I had him first.

She was smiling in the photo. All soft and sweet while her hand tangled with a man’s fingers.

I knew that hand.

I knew that watch. I'm the one who bought it for him.

Fredrinn’s.

My stomach dropped but the caption made me feel sick.