The Untouchable Ex-Wife

The next day, Renee showed up at the courthouse at 8:30 am, even though they agreed to meet at nine.

Not only did she arrive early, but she also made sure to put on heavy makeup and her favorite outfit, a rose-red halter dress. With her long hair tied up into a ponytail, the skin on her neck and back glowed under the bright sunlight.

When paired with her elegant, yet cold demeanor, she looked angelic from afar.

Unfortunately, she had caught a cold the night before. Her body was burning up, which made her feel quite weak.

At 9 am sharp, a silver Bugatti Veyron cruised into the parking lot in front of the courthouse. Soon after, she was greeted by Stefan’s ice-cold expression as he exited the vehicle.

His eyes sparkled for a split second when he saw Renee standing there, but this was quickly replaced with a contemptuous expression for some reason.

“Well, aren’t you excited?” Stefan scoffed as he walked past Renee, heading straight towards the department that handled divorce cases.

‘…What’s his deal?!’ Renee thought to herself as she stared up at the tall figure. ‘Aren’t you the one who’s excited? You’re practically running to the counter!’

went very smoothly. All they had to do was sign a few papers, which took

law, there is a one-month grace period for all divorces. Should any of you wish to call off the divorce, you can bring along the required documents before

he had witnessed countless tears and fights during divorce proceedings. This was the first time he had come across such

simply couldn’t fathom why this couple was divorcing each other. They appeared to be made for each other, especially given their good

mumbled to herself sarcastically, “There’s a grace period for divorce, but not marriage? If this law applied to marriages as well,

cold smirk, he snapped, “Oh? Are you saying

million! The average woman wouldn’t even dream of making this much money in their lifetime. I guess

visibly upset by her reaction. He tugged on his tie out of

lenient as if she didn’t even have her own opinions. The closer they got to the divorce, the more sharp and spiteful her words

about to part ways, a soft voice came from behind.

only to realize

sadness. She looked like a dandelion that would crumple apart at the slightest breeze. There wasn’t a single shred of arrogance