The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Stefan was enraged but helpless at the same time. “How long have you known him? You haven’t even seen his face, so why are you so attached to him? What’s so good about that man?”

“He has lots of good qualities!” Renee protested drowsily.

“Like what?”

“He’d cook for me! Every day, no matter how tired I am from work, seeing a warm meal specially prepared for me just melts my heart…”

“Anyone can cook – all you need is cooking classes.”

“Yeah, millions of people can cook, but Mr. Q is special. He’s one in a million. My trashy ex-husband could never replace him.”

“Have you ever thought of the possibility that… they’re the same person? In that case, there’s no need to replace anyone at all.” When Stefan revealed this information, he quickly regretted it. He was indeed Mr. Q, or more precisely, he was his substitute.

the real Mr. Q’s fate

years, he had taken over Carmine Pawnshop using a mask and a modified voice. With that, he was able to establish a new order within

to cover up. When he put on the mask and faced Renee as ‘Mr. Q’, he knew that there was no way

her. He knew just how much her dignity meant to her. The cracks in

if I don’t tell her, how am I supposed to win her back? Hah,

still embracing the man. “You’re a kind, gentle person… So how could you be the same as that iceberg? Unless, of course, you have a

right, we’re not the same person, but our love for you is the same.” Stefan had been maintaining his position for quite some time now, and both his neck and back were sore all because he wanted

the back, speaking in his softest voice, “Sleep well, Renee, sweet

and fell into a

day, as sunlight flooded the spacious backseat of the Rolls-Royce, Renee opened her eyes slowly,

bodies were basically glued together – her head on his shoulder, and her nose brushing his neck.