The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Renee thought she was about to fall flat on her face.

Just then, a man wrapped his strong arm around her waist, catching her fall. The fresh scent of peppermint filled her senses, entrancing the woman entirely.

“You’re burning hot… Do you have a fever?” Stefan asked her with a hint of concern in his voice.

The urge to protect her sprang up in his mind, accompanied by the following thought.

‘She’s so thin and frail, like a feather.’

“This doesn’t concern you!” Renee hissed through her teeth as she regained her balance. She stubbornly tried to free herself from his arms.

After the procedure was done, she intended to walk away elegantly, leaving Stefan in the dust. She wanted to avoid casting the impression that she was using her illness to gain sympathy.

However, no matter how tough she tried to act, her body was simply exhausted. Even after gaining her footing, she staggered backward.

Seeing this, Stefan lifted her bridal style and said, “I’ll get you to the hospital.”

“What are you doing… Let go of me!” Visibly upset, Renee wriggled in his arms with all her might. “Do you not remember that we’ve separated…”

“You’re still considered my wife during the waiting period.” The man insisted firmly.

Seeing them leaving together, Briar went into a state of panic. This was not what she wanted to happen.

hands on her hips feigning sickness. “Fan, wait up! I can’t walk that fast

a deep voice before turning back towards Renee. “I can’t stand

her eyes to the back of her

First, he knocks up his mistress and forces his wife into a divorce. Now

along? This jerk… Turns out he

want to play it,

arms around Stefan’s neck. While batting her eyelashes flirtatiously,

one could tell what was running through his mind

Briar’s face as she was consumed by sheer

process. He even went as far as waiting for the blood test

the hospital

do realize that

here any later, you’d find her a cold corpse rather than diagnosed

his glasses and lectured Stefan sternly. “What kind of husband are you? How could

in a sickeningly sweet tone, choking on fake tears. “Doctor, please don’t blame him for this. He may have starved me and left me out in the cold… He may be very temperamental and takes out

I couldn’t

Why is she so different from what I

doctor seemed very taken aback as well, looking at the both of them in disbelief. ‘Ah, the younger

I’ve prescribed. You may rest here till the IV bag is emptied,” said the doctor