The Untouchable Ex-Wife



It was especially useful when one's thoughts or directions were muddled, or when the stress was too much. That logic was a clear lamp that could help one see their future.

In short, it would be better to pinpoint problems in others instead of stressing oneself out.

For a very long time, Renee was engulfed by her failed relationship with Stefan. She acted like Quinton and kept reflecting on herself. She wondered what she could have done better, or if she wasn't good enough. She thought she was the reason Stefan didn't love her.

But before long, she saw things through.

Stefan rejected her because there was something wrong with him. Their relationship wasn't blessed, thus she couldn't be with him.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She could be charming and unique if she wanted to. Even if she lost Stefan, she could simply find another man. And even if she stayed single, she still could lead a happy life.

Hence, she happily went to Sun Island though she was pregnant. There, she lived several free and happy years.

As a result, she learned that her happiness had nothing to do with men but herself. Her mind decided her situation. If she was optimistic, her life would always be bright and cheerful.

The current Quinton behaved like the past Renee, hopeless and dispirited. She had walked into a dead-end and blamed herself fiercely. She had been very pessimistic, too.

It had been deeply exhausting.

"Recite after me. To hell with everybody! I'm in charge of my life. It's better to drive others crazy than stress myself out!" Renee said passionately.

Suddenly, she became energetic. She raised her fists enthusiastically and guided Quinton to do the same.

Quinton cleared his throat and looked around carefully. A sudden awkwardness gripped him as he quickly pressed Renee down.

"That's enough. I got it. Let's go home. If not, people who see us might think we're crazy."

"Look, you take things too hard. It's your life. You don't have to care about what others think!" Renee kept raising her fists. 'Stop overthinking, Quinton. Recite after me... If you want to succeed, give it your all. Rush forward regardless of anything!"

Quinton was speechless.

Although the siblings were acting crazily, they got into the car laughing and fooling around.

They had no idea that someone was watching them go from the third floor of the Hunt Manor. It was none other than the matriarch of the manor, Francine, Stefan's mother.

She gripped the railing of the balcony, as if it was the only way she could force herself to stay calm and prevent herself from trembling.

Alexander appeared and stood behind her quietly. He looked in the same direction, and watched the siblings.

"I didn't expect the boy to survive and grow up so well!" Francine said emotionally. She kept her posture and tilted her head slightly.

"Yes, he's very strong. We can only say that life is a great miracle!" Alexander was emotional as well, and patted Francine's shoulders. 'Stop overthinking. This secret will be kept hidden forever."