The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Renee took the bus back to her little wooden house at the foot of the mountain.
Her neighbor, Mr. Jones, came running out with a panicked expression. “Joan, you’re finally back! Please check on Van right
now. Something’s happened to him!”
“What?!” Renee narrowed her eyes and quickly got out of the bus, rushing into her home.
As she hastily picked up her pace, she accidentally tripped and fell, scraping her knee and throwing the groceries in the bag all
over the ground.
“I was just going to get some juice, but Van just climbed up a cherry tree for some reason! He ended up falling, and now he’s
unconscious!” Jones explained the situation as he ran with Renee.
Apart from the rows and rows of sunflowers, there was a tall cherry tree in their garden as well. Since it was summer and
cherries were in season, the tree was brimming with large, juicy fruits.
Renee had been eyeing the cherries for quite a while, but the tree was just far too tall to climb, which made harvesting quite a
difficult task. Hence, she had prepared to borrow a ladder from Jones. However... Jovan seemed to have overheard her and
tried to fulfill her wish on his own.
“Jovan!” The woman noticed the man right under the tree, his hands still clutching onto a few large, bright red cherries.
“I don’t know if he’s broken any bones, so I didn’t dare to move him. Don’t worry, Joan, I’ve already called an ambulance.” Jones
patted Renee on her shoulder and comforted her.
The townspeople had paid extra attention to the couple ever since they moved in six months ago. That was was simply
unimaginable for the fragile-looking woman to take care of the disabled man all on her own.
Thus, everyone was more than happy to lend them a hand whenever they needed it.
“Jovan...” Renee’s eyes widened as she held his hand, blaming herself. “It’s all my fault. I should’ve brought you to the market
with me. I was too careless.”
The ambulance arrived a short while later. After treating Jovan’s wounds, they immediately placed him on a stretcher and drove
towards the town hospital. Naturally, Renee followed along as well.

As the check-up concluded, the doctor diagnosed Jovan with a lower back injury, and he was required to stay in bed for two
weeks. Moreover, he had fainted due to anemia, which made his body exceedingly weak.
Renee stared at the thick report on Jovan’s condition, only to find her legs going weak from regret. The weight of this guilt was
slowly consuming her soul.
She had never expected the price for Stefan’s complete recovery to be this high, as it had basically ravaged Jovan’s life.
‘If I knew the consequences would be so severe, I wouldn’t have agreed to that surgery at all!’
Just then, a loud commotion could be heard from the main hall.
“Doctors, please! Someone save my fiance!”
Renee found the voice rather familiar and turned around. As expected, it was Stefan, and in his arms was Seraphina, who was
drenched in blood.
She felt her heart sink to the bottom of the ocean. ‘What happened?! They were just happily having coffee in that cafe a while
ago! How did things take such a horrible turn?!’
“Make way! Make way!” The medics looked panicked as well, yelling loudly as they pushed Seraphina into the emergency room.
With that, the entire group of people disappeared from Renee’s field of vision as if they had never shown up before.
‘This is such a coincidence...’ Renee took a long while to snap back to reality, wondering if she was hallucinating earlier.
She didn’t intend to get to the bottom of this either, so she headed to a nearby store to buy some stuff for Jovan during his
hospitalization. This included two new sets of fresh clothes, some cutlery, a mug, a small cake, and a bouquet of flowers.
As Jovan had received a full bag of fluid, he had regained consciousness as well. He seemed to be rather anxious, begging to
be let go. However, his entire body was constricted to the bed, and he could only lie still.
“Where is this?! Who are you people?! Let me go! Let me out of here!” Jovan screamed as he punched the edge of the bed, his
voice filled with despair as veins popped on his forehead.