After Seven Years, I Chose Medicine Over His Lies Novel – “Professor, please save a spot for me on the European aid team,” Violeta Robinson said as she emerged from the operating room, wiping sweat from her forehead before finally calling her mentor. “It’s fantastic news that you’re joining us. There’s always room for you here,” Giovanna Williamson replied with enthusiasm.
“But next month is when we leave—what about your wedding with Axel Patterson?” “Professor, I can’t give up on my dreams,” Violeta answered resolutely. “I have to prioritize my ambitions over marriage. I’ve decided to follow my dreams…” “Alright,” her mentor replied, full of admiration. “That’s the Violeta I know. I’m proud of you!” “Make sure to wrap up your current commitments. We’ll be heading out next month.” “Okay,” Violeta agreed, hanging up the phone. After removing her lab coat, she wearily returned to the apartment she shared with Axel.
The spacious place was silent, with only Violeta present. She collapsed onto the sofa, motionless, her gaze fixed on a photograph of Axel taken during a mountain climb years ago, feeling lost in thought. Her mind drifted back to a secret she’d discovered a few days earlier, a revelation that still caused her heart deep pain. On the day it happened, Violeta was at home and had intended to open a window to let in some fresh air. But a gust of wind blew through, causing a framed picture to fall off the wall.
The glass shattered, revealing an old photograph inside—a snapshot of Axel on a snowy peak from seven years ago. As she picked it up, Violeta noticed a line of text on the back: “I reached the summit, but you weren’t with me.” The signature was another name: Lilianna Wright. Her fingers were pricked by shards of glass, but she paid them no mind. Deeply thoughtful, she removed all the photos from the wall, examining them one by one. Behind their first photo together, Axel had written: “If I found a doctor, maybe I could save you faster. Lilianna Wright.” Another climbing photo bore the message: “I want to name a climbing route after you.
Choosing this one brings joy knowing it’s marked for you. Lilianna Wright.” Violeta looked at the stack of photographs, an unbearable pain gripping her heart. Each picture documented their seven-year relationship, a collection Axel had claimed celebrated their love and was meant to bring joy in their later years. But behind each photo lay the presence of another woman—Lilianna Wright. His true memorial wasn’t their love, Violeta realized. Recalling their meeting, she remembered rescuing Axel during a snowstorm while working in aid.
He was caught in an avalanche with his hiking companions. Violeta had responded to the distress call, braving fierce weather to save them. Out of seven, only six were found at first, with Axel still missing. His friend emerged from the snow, devastated and sobbing at Axel’s absence, a big man reduced to tears.
“He didn’t want to live! We can’t find him…” Violeta had sternly rebuked the crying friend. “Stop crying. Follow the rescue team down the mountain; we’ll keep searching.” Despite the howling winds and relentless snow, Violeta’s hands were frozen, but her determination to find Axel drove her to dig through the snow until she finally uncovered him.