The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Stefan was a little dazed. He touched his chest subconsciously and thought, ‘It seems… my heart is still there. It’s still beating.’

“Damn. What happened?” Stefan had a terrible headache. He couldn’t see and didn’t know where he was.

Suddenly, he heard Francine’s miserable cries. “It’s Stef. It’s really Stef. He’s back! Oh, thank God!”

Francine hugged him so tightly she almost crushed him.

“Mom?” Stefan frowned slightly and called out, feeling unsure.

“Son! I’m right here. You’ve suffered so much, my poor boy!” Francine said agitatedly. During the days of Stefan’s disappearance, Francine cried all day and night. She seemed to have aged ten years from crying so much.

where the hell have you been all this time? We searched the whole of Beach City but couldn’t find you. Are you okay? Who had the audacity to do this to you? We must take

where am I

boy, where do you think? You drove home yourself.

“I didn’t drive back.”

Don’t you recognize your own home? It’s dark, but it’s not that hard to see at night? What… exactly have you been through?”

quietly. It seemed that Quinton had shown mercy and spared his life. However, it was

felt worried at that thought. “Mom, do you have your phone? Call Seraphina for me and ask if she arrived home

bring you back safely. I knew Seraphina was the most reliable…” Francine rambled on as she dialed

stumbled out of a taxi in front