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…”

as he said casually, “I don’t tell many people of my past. To be more accurate, I’ve never told anyone about my past. But you’re unique. You’re my

listening.” She bowed her head

would be a long and

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 in the exam? I could

of this, his pair of eyes turned

people needed a lifetime to recover from

and success because

I was in primary school, my teacher told me that I was a genius. I frequently believe that if I was born in a regular household, I might be a

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

this tragedy, she

double the happiness