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…”

be more accurate, I’ve

She bowed her head and was prepared to hear him

would be a long and miserable

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

mention of this, his pair of eyes

people needed a lifetime to

so competitive and desired money, power, and success because he had so

was a genius. I frequently believe that if I was born in a regular household, I might be a mathematician and not the devil that runs

sorry. I’m terribly sorry!” Renee suddenly felt a

this tragedy, she felt terrible

the happiness whenever Quinton was getting