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

bowed her head

this would be a long and miserable

down after their original owners decided to discard

of this, his pair of

needed a lifetime to recover

success because he had so many regrets

told me that I was a genius. I frequently believe that if I was born in a regular household, I might

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

she wasn’t the cause of this tragedy, she felt terrible

got double the