The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Half a year later, in a small town of West Varangia were several small wooden houses with pointed roofs. Like a fairytale, these beautiful structures were built along the tall mountain ranges.

The loveliest house among the rest was at the foot of the mountain. There were rows and rows of sunflowers swaying in the wind, basking in the sunlight within the large front yard.

In the very middle of the garden was a handsome man in a wheelchair. As the sunlight brushed against his skin, he lifted his face to take in the wonderful scent of flowers. His expression was filled with bliss.

“Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?” Renee asked gently, caressing Jovan’s knee over the soft blanket.

“I’d like to have some of your coffee.”

“Okay, get some more sun for now. I’ll go make you some coffee.”

Before leaving, the woman bent down and kissed him softly on the forehead as reassurance.

His voice filled with

months since Jovan cooperated with the Bloodletting and Bone Fumigation Therapy. Although he lost his ability to see and walk, he had never once regretted his decision, even

and affection from the woman of his dreams

on the other hand, was grinding coffee in the kitchen. She was focused, as much as how she

long ago, she still blamed herself for everything that happened and was consumed by regret every single

his life to save Stefan. Since she had ruined the man’s life, she was willing to do anything for

time, international news happened to be playing on the television in their living

Stefan Hunt, will be taking his fiance, Seraphina Murphy, on a three-month-long honeymoon. Their

mug shattered upon falling to the

in her ribcage as if she had been injected with adrenaline. Before this, she had been rather depressed and couldn’t feel much. It had been

okay?” Jovan asked nervously as soon as

to get up, but as a crippled person, he wasn’t able to walk properly, nor could he see what had happened.