The Untouchable Ex-Wife

As Renee headed towards the parking lot, she found her head heavy, and she was feeling more disoriented the more she
walked.
“Alright, everyone, get in position! And... action!”
Behind her was the director giving orders, followed by the sound of the clapperboard.
Shirley had already left the waiting area by then, and she now stood by the cliff for yet another shoot.
Amongst her dizziness, she noticed Shirley’s long hair and white dress. It was rather odd, but she found her looking quite similar
to Briar, who she accidentally pushed down this cliff three months ago.
Shirley and Briar’s faces started merging into one, passing through the group of staff with an eerie smile. She was staring
straight at her as blood started dripping out of the corners of her eyes and mouth...
“Ah! No! Don’t come near me!” Renee screamed as she blacked out, falling straight to the ground.
After some time, as she regained consciousness slightly, she felt a bucket of ice-cold water poured onto her face.
She opened her eyes in an instant, realizing she was currently lying in a dark, moist warehouse. She had a leash connected to a
metal chain that left a red sore mark around her neck, as if she were a dog.
“So you’ve finally woken up, witch!” A cold voice came from somewhere higher within the warehouse.
Francine soon appeared in her field of vision, with Seraphina right by her side. Their eyes were filled with strong hatred as if they
could shoot poisonous venom at any given time.
“Miss Francine, now that this wench has woken up, let’s just get this over with,” Seraphina persuaded the old woman, wishing
she could cut Renee into thousands of pieces.
She couldn’t forget the pain she felt when the group of men assaulted her. Hence, as Quinton’s sister, she thought Renee should
naturally be the first to experience karma and retribution for their sins.
Francine, on the other hand, was holding onto the metal railing in front of her. She stared at the woman with a scowl, her voice
filled with disappointment as she questioned. “What do you have to say for yourself, Renee Everheart?”

She was actually quite conflicted when it came to her opinion of Renee. She disapproved of her at the start but slowly grew fond
of her with time.
Yet now, she was consumed by resentment, unable to accept that the woman her son loved so deeply was such a vile,
manipulative person.
Despite having ‘evidence’ on Renee’s ‘crimes,’ she still hoped that there was a chance that they could be wrong.
At the very least, she wanted to hear Renee admit to every sinful deed before giving up on all hope.
The woman tugged on the chains, trying her best to struggle out, only to find these chains being made from a certain material.
Not even a professional bodybuilder could ever dream of breaking them.
Hence, she knew that she had no way to get out of this situation, despite knowing many methods that could have potentially
helped. She was just like a wingless bird, and she was completely at their mercy.
“Hmph, what else can I say when you two have already beat around the bush and made such a big commotion?” Renee’s
beautiful face was painted with a layer of ice. She didn’t even bother looking at Francine and Seraphina.
“You’re still as tough as before, Renee Everheart. I put in a lot of effort in capturing you, but nothing worked. You’re always on
high alert, and you won’t let anyone near you.”
“It’s a shame that you still missed one little detail. You contacted my goddaughter Shirley on your own accord...”
“I was indeed foolish. I didn’t expect you to have any relations with Shirley White...”
“Of course, you didn’t. I intentionally found a woman who looked like you for my son when you disappeared for four whole years.
I hoped that Shirley could replace you, but my son was stubborn. He only loves you.
“But I ended up taking a liking to that child, so I asked her to be my goddaughter.”
Renee was able to catch on in an instant. She chuckled coldly. “So when I contacted Shirley, she contacted you too. If my guess
is right, she even drugged that cup of coffee for you, didn’t she?”