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.

her hands on her hips feigning sickness.

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

nearly rolled her eyes to the back

the hell is he doing?! First, he knocks up his mistress and forces his wife into a divorce. Now he’s acting as if he

he is? Is he trying to string me along? This jerk… Turns out he really is a perfect match for

play it,

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

darkened as he was left speechless. No one could tell what was running through his mind at

drained from Briar’s

side throughout the entire process. He

the hospital to get back to

realize that this is a

her a cold corpse rather than diagnosed with a

“What kind of husband are you? How could you let your wife wear such thin clothing in this cold weather, with a fever no less? How heartless can

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 his anger on me… He may have cheated on me and forced me into a divorce, but… I’m

couldn’t possibly

she saying? Why is she so different

very taken aback as well, looking at the both of them in disbelief. ‘Ah, the younger generation… Always full of…

rest here till the IV bag is emptied,” said