My Ex-Boyfriend Wanted to Pursue Me Again — Novel

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When Ayra's long-term boyfriend, Shawn, suddenly introduces her to his parents, it seems like a dream come true. But the fantasy quickly shatters when a cruel comment and a shocking betrayal reveal the truth behind their seemingly perfect relationship. As she watches him kiss another woman—one who looks eerily similar to her—Ayra realizes that the boundaries of their love have been drawn in the sand. Why did Shawn insist on a platonic love while seeking passion with someone else?

In the wake of heartbreak, Ayra is left questioning everything she thought she knew. As the New Year approaches, the warmth of her family’s love beckons her home. But returning means facing not only her own insecurities but also the ghosts of a relationship that was never what it seemed. Can she rediscover her worth and courage, or will the shadows of Shawn's indifference continue to haunt her?

With a tangled web of emotions and memories, Ayra must navigate the stormy waters of love, betrayal, and self-discovery. Will she allow Shawn back into her life, or find the strength to move on? The answer lies within her journey home.

My Ex-Boyfriend Wanted to Pursue Me AgainChapter 1

Two days before the New Year, my boyfriend of five years, Shawn Maxim, suddenly told me he wanted to take me home to meet his parents.

He had always been a staunch believer in platonic love, yet this time, he bought me a set of sexy lace lingerie.

Overjoyed, I put it on, only to find it was too small—I could barely fit into it. Thinking he had simply bought the wrong size, I forced myself into it, even though the tightness left red marks all over my skin.

But instead of the reaction I expected, Shawn looked at me coldly.

"With a chest that big, you’re obviously just a seductive tramp. Disgusting."

Then he slammed the door and left.

The next day, I saw him with my own eyes, his eyes red-rimmed as he pressed a woman against the wall, kissing her passionately. I heard him ask her—

"Can we not get engaged?"

The woman bore a striking resemblance to me—about seventy percent alike, the only difference being the contrast between the spelling of pineapple and an apple.

I turned away to leave, but at that moment, he suddenly knelt before her, begging—

"Can you give me a kiss?"

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