The Untouchable Ex-Wife

“I won’t let that happen,” Stefan said curtly.
“But what if it does?” Elijah continued daringly. “The future is unpredictable, so what if their fates are bound to clash? What if only
one of them is allowed to survive? Who would you save?”
Stefan did not reply, but his eyes were fixated on Renee, full of unspoken affection and determination. His answer was clear.
He had already made the wrong decision four years ago, causing him to miss out on creating memories with Renee. Now that he
had learned his lesson, he swore to never repeat the same mistake.
He knew that he, along with Renee and the children, did not have another four years to waste.
It was already past 2AM when the car arrived at the manor.
“Mr. Hunt, we’ve arrived,” Elijah reported in a soft voice.
“Alright.” Stefan nodded.
The two of them were speaking and moving cautiously, as though they were protecting a newborn kitten that was asleep. They
were extremely worried that their movements would wake her up.
“Do you need some help?” Elijah looked at Stefan through the rearview mirror, noticing his ‘difficult situation’.
The drunk woman had wrapped her arms and legs around Stefan like a koala, her head nuzzled against his chest.
“It’s fine,” Stefan replied coldly. “Your work here is done.”
“Alright, you take care then.” Elijah didn’t want to be the third wheel, and slowly exited the car. Before closing the car door, he
stared at Stefan sympathetically and said, “I hope your back will be okay tomorrow.”
Stefan shot him an infuriated glare. “Get lost, will you?!”
Elijah stared at him innocently. “Mr. Hunt, don’t misunderstand, I’m genuinely worried that you might strain your back!” Elijah
knew that Stefan would definitely injure his back if he allowed this ‘koala’ to maintain the same position the whole night.
It was also only after Elijah left that Stefan realized what he meant. He tried multiple times to get out of the car, only to find
Renee hugging him tighter.

“Wake up, let me get out of the car first. I’ll carry you to the room and you can keep sleeping there,” he mumbled and tried pulling
her arms off of his neck, only to be slapped across the face.
“Don’t move, I want to sleep!” The woman pouted. “If you keep moving, I’ll have to sell you...”
“Damn you, woman!” Stefan groaned, his face burning from the slap. Worried that he might get slapped again, he quickly
straightened his posture and stopped moving.
Renee smiled with satisfaction. “Now, that’s a good boy! I knew you’d treat me well. You’re a million times better than my trashy
ex-husband...”
‘Ugh, she’s doing it again!’