The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Stefan and Xavier were lounging at the VIP booth seats on the second floor of Bar of Fame,
watching as people flailed around on the dance floor.
They were drinking tequila from Massimo-the texture was smooth, and it was highly
intoxicating. Specifically, Xavier was doing the drinking, while Stefan was just offering
company. He knew that his alcohol tolerance was average, so he basically avoided it.
On the other hand, Xavier was chugging glass after glass relentlessly, as if he was in
mourning.
“Stefan, I’m telling you... You really shouldn’t fall in love. It’s sweet at first, but after that, it’s
just pain and bitterness. I’m done!” Xavier declared emotionally as he twirled the blue liquor
in his glass, staring at the myriad colors overhead.
“Who did you fall in love with this time?” Stefan asked casually, looking noble and aloof as
he leaned against the red cushioned seat, one leg crossed over the other. He was used to
having his friends ask him out to drink their sorrows away every other day.
Still, he was curious which woman it would be this time... Who had reduced Beach City’s
famous Casanova to this?
“I’m not in love-she was, and I let her down. I just feel bad for her... I’m a terrible human
being!” With that, Xavier chugged another glass.
Life was certainly hard-he could no longer love, but he had thoughtlessly messed with a
woman who really loved him. Now, he ached from guilt, but he could not do a thing about it.
“You’re not in love? With that wretched state you’re in? Just admit it, there’s no need to be

stubborn. Falling in love is not something to be embarrassed about.” Stefan knew the truth-if
a man was drowning his sorrows, feelings were definitely involved. Stefan had no idea why
Xavier was trying to hide it.
“You’re a coward. You can’t even confront your true feelings,” Stefan said neutrally,
snatching Xavier’s glass from him.
“Look who’s talking, Stefan. Are you really that brave? You’re more pathetic in love than I
am-at least I never had an actual relationship, and there were regrets at worst. Don’t you
think having a relationship and then losing it is much more pathetic?” Xavier shook his
head, staring at Stefan sympathetically. Compared to Stefan’s tormented marriage, his
relationship with Leia was insignificant-children playing house, at best.
“My relationship is perfectly fine. Seraphina and I respect each other very much,” Stefan
retorted nonchalantly.
“Oh, just shut up. Is it even a marriage when respect is the first thing you mention? That’s a
platonic partnership at best, and ask yourself... does your heart race when you’re with her?”
Xavier rolled his eyes and scoffed.
Stefan became quiet because he knew the answer.
If anything, his relationship with Seraphina was one of duty and gratitudein fact, they were
going to marry, but he had never felt any lust for her, even when they shared a bed. He had
even consulted a specialist about it, convinced that he was ill, only for the specialist to tell
him that everything was fine-that it was all in his head.

Apparently, his heart was sealed with a lock, which only the right person would unlock.
If this issue persisted, he would surely become ill eventually!