The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 272

His arrival left everybody stunned.

Cecilia’s mother was the first to react. Seeing that her son-in-law Christopher really was going to slip through their fingers, she quickly latched onto Stefan instead.

“So you’ve come, Stefan! Cecy here has been talking about you just now. There’s been a misunderstanding between you two. I think it’s high time you clear it all up!”

“The truth is,” she continued, “Cecy was inexperienced and very naive emotionally through those years. That’s why she…”

“Mom!” Cecilia interrupted her, feeling humiliated. “Didn’t I tell you to stop talking about that?”

Both of these men once loved her deeply, but right now, neither of them wanted her. This came as, without a doubt, a huge blow to a woman like her. If her mother kept on fawning over these men, trying to please them so they’d take her back, she would soon be left without a shred of dignity!

Christopher, on the other hand, seemed unperturbed. He even casually patted Stefan’s shoulder and half-joked, “I’ll leave everything here to you now. I trust that you’ll handle everything well.”

His calm and nonchalant attitude made Stefan seem like the groom who had wrongfully left his bride at the altar, not him.

“Would it be convenient for you if we spoke

bit her lips and nodded almost flirtily. “How could it

private ward. Once

but when Stefan noticed that Cecilia was

almost drowned,” he said. “I think you’d

she then quietly stepped away from him and returned to her bed. Yet when she looked

look!” she observed. “I still mean something to you, and you still care

trying to deny anything.’ You’re still the woman I used to love very much, and you’re one of my few confidantes. I’m not a robot made

was obvious how heartbroken she was. “I’d rather you never loved me at all. That way, I’d never have to endure this agonizing pain

was so blissful and perfect that it made it that much more excruciating when she realized that she had lost the love he used to

Stefan thought, helplessly

idea when the Cecilia Smith he knew, who used to be so level­headed, independent, and optimistic, would become so

this anymore,” he replied coldly. “Let’s just let go of the past and move on. The more you

us. We might end up not even able to be friends with

to take it anymore. With tears in her eyes and having lost most of her self­control, she began to raise her voice. “Even if