Never Seen After the Divorce:I Refused to Forgive Him — Novel

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Two years ago, Evie Russo's world shattered when Ezra Howard, the man she once loved fiercely, betrayed her in the most devastating way. After a harrowing kidnapping incident, she returned to find not only her heart broken but also a life irrevocably changed. As she navigates the aftermath of his infidelity, Evie grapples with the haunting memories of their shared past—moments of innocence and love now tainted by betrayal. Can a marriage survive such deep scars, or is it destined to crumble under the weight of past mistakes?

As they attempt to rebuild their fractured relationship, the arrival of Heidi, the woman who tore them apart, complicates everything. Now a street vendor, Heidi's presence reignites old tensions, forcing Evie to confront her feelings and the precarious balance of forgiveness and resentment. Ezra’s desperate attempts to win back Evie only lead to further misunderstandings and emotional turmoil. Is it possible to truly forgive someone who has hurt you so deeply, or are some wounds too raw to heal?

In a world where love and loyalty clash with betrayal and heartbreak, Evie must decide what she truly wants for herself and her daughter. Will she reclaim her happiness, or will the past continue to haunt her?

Never Seen After the Divorce:I Refused to Forgive HimChapter 1

Two years earlier, Ezra Howard had cheated. His lover, Heidi Trevino, and I were abducted at the same time, and he chose without hesitation to rescue Heidi.

Throughout the half-month I remained kidnapped and mistreated by the kidnappers, crimson cigarette stubs burned my arm, and my private photos circulated online, as Ezra stayed in Switzerland, keeping Heidi company on a relaxing vacation.

Only after I was saved did I learn that I was pregnant, and fortunately, the baby was strong enough to survive.

The kidnapping case created a huge disturbance throughout the city. Heidi was dismissed from the orchestra and vanished from sight after that.

Because of his guilt and the child in my belly, Ezra knelt in the rain for three days and nights, begging me not to divorce, which made me unable to stop thinking about our past.

At 14, we met, his parents abandoned him to manage alone, while I pleaded with my father to bring him home.

At 15, because I casually said I wanted cake, he skipped class and accepted punishment just to leave school and buy it.

At 17, he wrote me awkward love letters like other boys his age.