The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Quinton donned an apron and went to work in the kitchen. He grinned pleasantly and responded, “I’m not the best cook out there. It’s simply that I am mature at a young age. Therefore, I’m accustomed to performing duties like purchasing groceries, cooking, and washing clothes.”

Renee leaned against the wall, staring at the busy but organized man as she wondered how many dinners he must’ve prepared to be this acquainted with cooking.

“Quinton, could you tell me how you survived all these years?” she asked, phrasing her words carefully, afraid that her question might trigger his pain.

The knife in his hand stopped chopping the vegetable, and he pursed his lips without uttering anything.

“If it’s uncomfortable telling me, then you don’t have to. After all, that was in the past, and it doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is the future!”

She could feel that his mood had soured and swiftly shifted the topic.

“It’s fine…”

her and resumed cutting as he said casually, “I don’t tell many people of my past. To be more accurate, I’ve never told anyone

listening.” She bowed her head and was prepared to

this would be a

sister at home. I knew I was adopted since I was a child because my clothes were always ripped. They were passed down after their original owners decided to discard them. The meals I had were the leftovers that my brother and sister left. After I graduated high school, I was compelled to abandon my studies. Do you know I got first place out of all students

mention of this, his

a lifetime to

and desired money, power, and success because he had

regular household, I might be a mathematician and not the devil that runs an illicit enterprise. I’d be researching math formulas rather than making an

I’m sorry. I’m terribly sorry!” Renee

cause of this tragedy, she felt terrible for having a carefree

was as if she got double the happiness whenever Quinton was getting double the