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.
At 18, just to see me once, he took a twelve-hour flight to England.
My interests, my habits, even the dates of my menstrual cycle, he remembered them all clearly.
At that moment, I decided to give him one last chance, so my child could have a complete family.
Afterward, Ezra kept his word, and his body and mind fully went back to the family.
However, in the third year after he came back, on our fifth wedding anniversary, he cheated again with Heidi.
As I lay in the emergency room, Heidi’s soft, teasing voice came through the phone from the other side.
“Brother Ezra, between Evie and me, who gives you stronger feelings?”
He was driven by lust. “Of course, you. She was just a cold fish, completely without feeling.”
At that instant, I suddenly realized that filthy men would always be drawn to women outside.
And a marriage that had already been stained could no longer act as if it were clean.
I immediately called the lawyer, “Attorney Harper, I want to divorce him, the faster the better.”
The person on the other end of the phone answered confidently. “Miss Russo, leave it to me. In seven days, you will receive the divorce certificate. I assure you that the jerk will lose everything, not a single cent remaining.”