All Chapters of Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SYDNEYI noticed it the moment Nico walked in.He carried himself lighter, almost giddy, like some schoolboy high on a secret. His tie was undone, his jacket tossed carelessly over the back of a chair. There was a tune on his lips—an actual hum, for God’s sake. Nico never hummed.Which could only mean one thing.Hannah.The name cut through my chest like glass.I sat on the arm of the couch, phone in hand, pretending to scroll while I studied him. He poured himself a drink, smiling at nothing in particular. Smiling like a man in love.“What changed?” I asked, aiming for casual but hearing the bite in my own voice.He glanced up, startled, then smirked. “Nothing.” He swirled the liquor in his glass. “Business.”Liar.His eyes glittered in a way I hadn’t seen since before she disappeared. I’d spent months trying to fill that void, months clawing for scraps of his attention, and now here he was—alive again, because of her.I wanted to smash the glass out of his hand.Instead, I waited unt

HANNAHI stared at the phone in my hand long after the call log disappeared, Nico’s number glowing faint in my memory like a brand I couldn’t scrape off. He thought I was softening. He thought the tremor in my voice meant hesitation instead of calculation. Good. That was the point.But the thing about letting a predator believe you’re wounded is this: sometimes you forget how convincing you sound. Sometimes the line between the act and the truth starts to blur, and you hear yourself play the role so well you almost wonder if you’re faking at all.I shook that thought away and opened my notebook. Pages of scribbled notes, timestamps, and half-formed strategies stared back at me. This wasn’t a diary. This was a case file. My own private ledger of the things Nico had done—the betrayals, the coercion, the quiet threats dressed up as declarations of love. David’s team could pull bank records and phone pings, but only I knew the words Nico whispered when he thought no one else could hear.An

SYDNEYI’d been trailing Nico for weeks, and he still thought he was clever.He’d tell Veronica he had a “late meeting.” He’d toss me a casual wave like I was nothing more than background. Then he’d slip into his car with that same impatient twitch in his jaw, thinking no one noticed.But I noticed.I always noticed.Tonight, though, felt different. He looked almost… lighter. Not happy—Nico doesn’t do happy—but there was a glimmer in his eyes, like he’d tasted something forbidden and couldn’t get enough.And that’s when I knew.Hannah.I followed him through the city, keeping two cars back, my hands tight on the wheel. The air inside my car was suffocating, thick with perfume and the cloying smell of cheap coffee. My pulse was wild, my stomach burning.When he pulled into the underground garage of an upscale hotel, I almost laughed. Classic. The bastard thought hiding his sins behind marble and concierge smiles would erase them.I waited. Counted. Watched every figure that passed.And

NICOShe’s bending.I see it in the way her smile lingers a second longer. The way her eyes soften when I brush her hand, even if she pulls back too quickly. The way she doesn’t walk away right away anymore. She used to fight me at every word, every touch, every memory. Now? Now she listens.That’s progress.It’s small, sure, but all good things take time. And Hannah was always stubborn. God, she made me work for her even when she first fell for me. That’s what people forget—she wasn’t easy. She needed to be convinced, courted, worn down with proof that I was serious. And I was. I always was.This is just another version of that.I sent flowers after the last meeting. Not the generic kind either. Her favorites—white lilies, the kind she always said looked fragile but lasted longer than people gave them credit for. I remembered that detail. She’ll notice. She’ll remember the man who listened to her when no one else did.And the bracelet—delicate gold, nothing flashy. I don’t want her th

DAVIDI knew the second she walked through the door.Something about the way she moved—shoulders too tight, eyes darting before they settled on me—gave her away. Hannah was good at masks, but I’d learned to read her tells.“You went without me,” I said.She froze halfway into the room. No excuses, no quick story. Just silence. That told me everything.I stepped closer, jaw tight. “You promised. You swore you wouldn’t meet him without me shadowing. And here you are, walking in like nothing happened.”Her lips parted, but instead of guilt, I saw fire. “You don’t own me, David. I’m not your soldier to be kept on a leash.”The anger in her voice scraped against me, but underneath it, all I heard was danger. “You think this is about control? You walked straight into a trap. If Sydney hadn’t shown her face tonight, it would’ve been Nico. You would’ve been alone with him. Again.”Her chin lifted, defiant. “Exactly. That’s what I needed. He lets his guard down when I’m alone. You don’t see it,