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.

squeezed her hand. His voice filled with happiness as sweet

Therapy. Although he lost his ability to

him, sacrificing himself to receive love and affection from the

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

still blamed herself for everything that happened and was consumed

that it was simply selfish to have Jovan risk his life to save Stefan. Since she had ruined the man’s

time, international news happened to be

will be taking his fiance, Seraphina Murphy, on a three-month-long honeymoon. Their first stop will be Banrea, a

a loud crash, the coffee mug shattered upon

she had been rather depressed and couldn’t

okay?” Jovan asked nervously as soon as he heard the commotion from

wasn’t able to walk