The Untouchable Ex-Wife

That was why Stefan urgently needed to find the one who could ‘unlock’ him, so that he
could be normal again!
“Your silence only proves me right. See? You agree with me that you don’t love Seraphina
at all, and you’d be hurting her and yourself if you kept bumbling on and marrying her,
y’know?” Xavier naturally saw everything clearly because he was close to Stefan, and
Stefan saw Xavier clearly too.
Stefan did not love Seraphina, just like Xavier did not love Leia... therefore, as a scumbag
with a conscience, he would never allow himself to hurt Leia, or his good friend to hurt
Seraphina.
“I really don’t love Seraphina, do I?” Stefan narrowed his eyes, working hard to ponder on
the fact before asking a soul-searching question. “But who is the one I love if not her?”
After all, he was constantly aware that he loved a certain person with every fiber of his
being, and it was a love ingrained to his very bones. Judging from his memories, it had to be
Seraphina, who braved hell and high water to stay with him, never abandoning him even in
his darkest moment...
But if that was true, why did he feel like something wasn’t right?
“Why are you asking me? You should be asking yourself-whoever’s face comes to mind the
instant you mention ‘love’ is most likely the person you love,” Xavier suggested, being a
veteran in relationships. In Xavier’s case, nothing came to mind when he thought of the
word... he probably didn’t love anyone other than himself!

“Love...” Stefan’s face turned troubled as he racked his brain-after all, the person that first
came to mind was his sworn enemy!
Meanwhile, said enemy had appeared, striding upstairs towards him and stomping angrily
with each step.
Xavier noticed that Leia was with Renee, who was walking as loudly as she could. As if
feeling guilty, he slid close to Stefan while rubbing his eyes and asking nervously, “S-Stefan,
am I seeing things or do you see it too?”
“I do,” Stefan growled, his handsome face scowling as he watched Renee and Leia stride
past their bodyguards and walk up to them.
He could clearly feel his heart racing.
It was an unfamiliar feeling-his adrenaline was kicking in, spiking his senses for danger and
excitement!
“You’re more competent than I thought,” Stefan said haughtily as he stared at her. After all,
he was the hunter here, setting a trap and waiting for
Renee to bite. He just didn’t expect that she was bold enough to leap into that trap! Anyone
could fall in love with that!
“Shut up and give him back to me, and I’ll let bygones be bygones,* Renee demanded
viciously-she was dazed at first, but sobered up when she saw him.
“What if I refuse?” Stefan rested his chin on his hand, his gaze cool and imposing.
Everyone around them gave them a wide berth out of fear.

After all, Stefan Hunt was basically the king of Beach City-his every step could quake it, and
the further they were from him, the better.