The Untouchable Ex-Wife

This man had ended up in this state solely because of her. If she left after manipulating him, she could not live with herself.
“Oh, gosh! What should I do?”
She closed her eyes in a dilemma. She was in deep pain.
At that time, she heard a bang. A giant noise came from the antique shop before the whole shop collapsed abruptly. There was
fire everywhere.
“Ah! It’s on fire. Hurry up. Save them!”
South Street was considered the liveliest street in that whole town. Besides, this antique shop generally had a lot of guests.
When the explosion occurred, a good number of people were in it.
Endless screams of shock and horror could be heard from everywhere. People held their heads as they ran helter-skelter in a
panic, fearing they might get burned by the raging flames.
Renee was rendered speechless by the horrific sight.
With a wide-eyed gaze, she stared at the antique shop that was on fire. She was struck dumb.
She only managed to regain her wits after a long while.
“Jovan... Jovan!”
She quickly got out of the car and rushed into the fire frantically.
“Madam, it’s too dangerous in there! For the love of God, please don’t go in!”
The firefighters who had just arrived blocked Renee outside the door.
“Let go of me. My friend is in the shop. He can neither see nor walk. I have to save him. Let go of me.”
“Madam, we’ll save them. Please just wait here patiently!”
The firefighters persisted in stopping Renee, prohibiting her from getting close to the fire.
The fire was soon put out. As the casualties were individually carried out, Jovan was nowhere to be seen.

The final person who was carried out was the driver who pushed Jovan into the shop.
His head was wrapped in wads of bandages, and he had a broken leg from the explosion. It looked particularly hideous and
dismal.
Renee tried her best to struggle out of the firefighters’ grasp before she ran to the stretcher of the driver. She stammered, “Jo...
Where’s Jovan? Where is he? How is he?”
“He... He’s been kidnapped. Go and save him now!”
After he uttered that, he blacked out.
“Did someone take him away?”
Renee was dumbfounded as she pondered over the words carefully.
The firefighters searched the scene again. As expected, they did not find Jovan.
Renee was unsure of other things. The only thing that she was certain of was that Jovan was alive.
It also proved that this sudden explosion was not an accident but deliberately perpetrated by someone.
“Who could it be?”
Renee’s mind was a mess.
She found it impossible to get her head around these incidents that happened almost simultaneously. They twirled and
intertwined, mixing into a putrid mess of trepidation.
Now it seemed like the driver was the only witness. Thus, she could only wait for him to wake up before she could learn about
what happened at that time.
Filled with anxiety, she waited at the hospital where the driver was.
He finally woke up the next morning.
“Van was asking the shop owner to take out the gift he had long ordered. A man came in before he patted Van’s shoulders and
said, ‘Mr. Hunt sends his regards.’ After that, he took Van away and threw a grenade into the shop...” The driver described the

incident weakly.