Never Seen After the Divorce:I Refused to Forgive Him

I had feared he might realize I planned to go away, bringing trouble.

I made myself remain composed and faced him. “I suddenly got an idea, I want to grow sunflowers here, so I just burned it to turn it into fertilizer.”

After hearing that, he regained control and stayed calm, appearing unconcerned.

“As long as you enjoy it.”

I did not glance at him anymore, and as I moved to walk away, two warm and strong hands circled my waist.

“About what happened today, are you still upset?”

Why would I feel upset? Was someone who kept betraying really worth my anger?

I turned back, saw his beautiful peach blossom eyes, bringing up a memory.

“Evie, even if I lose everything, are you still willing to marry me?”

I smiled and pressed a kiss on the tear mark under his eye and said, “Even if you end up as a poor man with nothing, I still want to stay with you!”

His eyes looked certain, his expression honest as he made that promise to me.

“In this life and the next life, I won't hurt you. If I break it, I will surely die without a complete body!”

That promise felt too serious, falling on us who were still so young, we couldn't carry it.

He pulled out a gemstone necklace from his top pocket and softly set it into my hand.

“I don't think about anything else, I just want to live well with you.”

After saying that, he tried to touch my lips with his, but I moved away at once.

He said, “After divorce, don't talk about it again, Vera is still little, hearing this isn't good.”

Looking at that heavy necklace, my whole body turned stiff.

Three hours earlier, Heidi's Facebook page posted something new.

“A present from brother, said I went through a lot these years.”

“This type of ugly necklace only older women like, so he switched it for me to the latest bracelet, oh!”

Under it, many people cried out, and she almost immediately answered one message.

“It’s him. We meet again after being apart for so long.”

Back then, this account was where she shared updates about her love with Ezra. This account I secretly followed for two years had no new posts, but it suddenly posted today.

In the picture, the hand that was purposely shown, the right hand, belonged to Ezra.

Because the mark on his wrist came from when he hurt himself before to avoid ending things with me, this time the wedding ring was gone, only leaving light marks.

I moved gently and gave the necklace back to him.

“Ezra, since I was young until now, I haven’t worn necklaces.”

At that moment, he froze, his face showing a bit of discomfort.

When we were fifteen, the first present he gave me was a necklace, and I told him then.

“Sorry, I don’t like wearing necklaces.”

At that time, he said, “I’ll always remember, I’ll remember everything you like!”

Before he could say more, a call came in.

“Mr. Howard, Miss Trevino keeps yelling that she wants to die. Please come fast and check!”

Soon, I heard Heidi’s voice; she cried and screamed.

“I do not want to see him! I do not want to be a mistress. Why do they all push me to death!”

At that time, Ezra looked at me with doubt, wanting to speak to Heidi but stopping.

But soon he still chose.

“I go now, very soon!”

After the call finished, he quickly walked past me.

This sudden call made me feel a bit worried.

As expected, a message appeared on my phone.

[Old town fire, Heidi tried to burn the other woman alive, could it be done by the wife?]

[Past love not gone, making the wife unhappy, even starting a fire to kill?!]

Those two short lines had all pointed at me, even purposely showing the photos from that day in the old town, of me striking Heidi.

In a moment, online users exploded, all deciding that I had planned it.

Soon after, Ezra returned with great anger.

He acted out of control, grabbing my throat, shouting loudly.

“You can't stand her, so you have to push her to death to feel satisfied?”

I was held tight by him and couldn't breathe; my face turned red.

Seeing me struggle hard, he then woke up and let go of his hand.

I coughed a few times. “It isn't me. If it were me, back then I would've killed her!”