The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Renee was so tired that she decided to just give up and claim responsibility for everything.
“If you say it’s true, then it must be true. You don’t have to hold out hope for me because I’m
obviously blindsiding you so that I can be with Jovan. I only cared for you to silence my
conscience, so come at me if you still bear a grudge-don’t hurt Jovan, he’s just an innocent
victim I manipulated!”
“Come at you?!” Stefan snorted in disdain, slowly rising to his feet and walking up to Renne.
“Do you know what’s the worst torment for a woman?”
“I’m sorry, but I’m inexperienced when it comes to being a sicko,” Renee replied with an
impassive look. She knew that he probably hated her to the bone, and must have thought of
hundreds of ways to torment her.
But it was fine-was she not fortunate if her sacrifice could be traded for everyone’s
happiness?
“I guess I can tell you...” Stefan said with a vague smile, putting a hand around her waist
and pulling her towards him. He leaned down and murmured in her ear viciously, “It’s by
having her spread her legs for another man even though her heart belongs to another... to
put it plainly, sleep with me.”
Renen did a double take, and whispered, “You’re sick.”
If she remembered correctly, Jovan said that before too-there were times when she
wondered if Jovan possessed Stefan after the transfusion and passed on his deviant
tendencies. Why else would he seem to mimic

Jovan so often?
“Is that a yes?” Stefan was trying to probe Renee to see how far she would go for Jovan,
only to have her react nonchalantly.
For some reason, that left him feeling mysteriously dejected.
It was certainly weird-he was the one in control here, so why did the woman before him
remain inscrutable?
“Or perhaps you’re affording me the chance to say no, Mr. Hunt?” Renee suddenly smiled,
remaining calm even as she provoked Stefan.
“No!” Stefan snapped, his stern glare making him look as if he wanted to devour her. “You
don’t get to say no!”
And with that, he led Renee out of the Bar of Fame as everyone looked on, holding her
slender wrist as he pulled her to his sports car and jammed his foot on the pedal.
He never said a word as he drove.
Renee had no idea where he was going to take her or what he was going to do to her, so
she did not ask. There was no escape now that she had fallen into his hands-she could only
hope that he would not hurt more innocents after he had enough fun and cooled off, so that
everything could come to a stop.
Meanwhile, Stefan drove out of the bustling city center to a quiet beach.
Renee had been uncomfortable at first, but that feeling slowly faded since it was a very long
journey. All she felt was weariness, and her eyelids grew heavy...

Stefan simply kept steering the car through the coastal roads. To be honest, he did not have
a destination. He just wanted to keep driving forward with her in his car, ideally for all
eternity.
Ocean waves could be heard on both ends of the road, and the stars were exceedingly
bright. Anyone would be happy to feel the sea breeze brushing against their face.
Why the romance, damn it?! He was supposed to be tormenting her!
And yet, said romance soon disappeared due to a certain sound...