The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Quinton donned an apron and went to work in the kitchen. He grinned pleasantly and responded, “I’m not the best cook out
there. It’s simply that I am mature at a young age. Therefore, I’m accustomed to performing duties like purchasing groceries,
cooking, and washing clothes.”
Renee leaned against the wall, staring at the busy but organized man as she wondered how many dinners he must’ve prepared
to be this acquainted with cooking.
“Quinton, could you tell me how you survived all these years?” she asked, phrasing her words carefully, afraid that her question
might trigger his pain.
The knife in his hand stopped chopping the vegetable, and he pursed his lips without uttering anything.
“If it’s uncomfortable telling me, then you don’t have to. After all, that was in the past, and it doesn’t matter anymore. What
matters is the future!”
She could feel that his mood had soured and swiftly shifted the topic.
“It’s fine...”
He smiled faintly at her and resumed cutting as he said casually, “I don’t tell many people of my past. To be more accurate, I’ve
never told anyone about my past. But you’re unique. You’re my sister. If you want to know, I’ll tell you everything.”
“Okay. I’m listening.” She bowed her head and was prepared to hear him out.
She understood that this would be a long and miserable story.
“I grew up in a small fishing village in Beach City. My adoptive parents are two good fishermen. I have an incompetent older
brother and an obedient little sister at home. I knew I was adopted since I was a child because my clothes were always ripped.
They were passed down after their original owners decided to discard them. The meals I had were the leftovers that my brother
and sister left. After I graduated high school, I was compelled to abandon my studies. Do you know I got first place out of all
students in the exam? I could answer questions easily even the teachers couldn’t.”
At the mention of this, his pair of eyes turned red.
Some people needed a lifetime to recover from childhood traumas.
He was so competitive and desired money, power, and success because he had so many regrets when he was a child.

“When I was in primary school, my teacher told me that I was a genius. I frequently believe that if I was born in a regular
household, I might be a mathematician and not the devil that runs an illicit enterprise. I’d be researching math formulas rather
than making an accurate offer for an organ.”
“Quinton, I’m sorry. I’m terribly sorry!” Renee suddenly felt a sting in her heart.
Although she wasn’t the cause of this tragedy, she felt terrible for having a carefree and cheerful childhood.
It was as if she got double the happiness whenever Quinton was getting double the pain!
“Silly girl, why are you apologizing to me? The person who should be apologizing is those who damaged my life and the enemy
of the Everheart family!”
He smiled faintly and comforted Renee, who was on the verge of tears.
“Enemy?”
She dried her tears and gravely questioned him, “Who ruined your life, and who is the enemy of the Everheart family?”
“Well...” He paused before responding, “I can’t tell you now. When the time is right, you will know.”
“If now is not the time, then when? I, too, am a member of the Everheart family. I have the right to know!”
Renee was over-emotional as her heart burned with the desire for revenge. She pledged that she had to know the enemy at all
costs!