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!’

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

any of you wish to call off the divorce, you can bring along the required documents before the thirty days are up,” explained the staff as he handed them their application

for years, he had witnessed countless tears and fights during divorce proceedings. This was the first

was divorcing each other. They appeared to be made for each other,

through the clauses. She mumbled to herself sarcastically, “There’s a grace period for divorce, but not

expression darkened. With a cold smirk, he snapped, “Oh? Are you saying

lifted an eyebrow. “I got 40 million out of you. 40 million! The average woman wouldn’t even dream of making this much money

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

her own opinions. The closer

to part ways, a soft voice came from behind. “Fan,

only to realize it

a white sundress, her gaze filled with a tinge of sadness. She looked like a dandelion that would crumple apart