The Untouchable Ex-Wife



Renee and Quinton were soon back at Everheart Manor.

"Ms. Ren, where did you go last night? We were worried sick! We thought something happened to you!" Margaret said.

She was pacing to and fro at the door. When she noticed Quinton's car, she immediately went over. Her worry, which had lasted for one night, was eased the moment she saw Renee get out of the car.

"I'm sorry, Margaret. I had a little alcohol last night and passed out. I slept for a night at my friend's house." Renee looked into the manor, concerned about the two children. "Where are Adie and Abby? Were they worried sick last night?"

"I told them you went on a business trip and would come home today. They're already in school." Margaret smoothed her chest as if she had just exited a stimulating roller-coaster. Her legs were a little weak. "Luckily, you came back. They won't pester me and demand an answer tonight. It's hard to fool them since they're so smart,"Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Thank you so much, Margaret. Alcohol is awful! I promise to stop drinking from now on," Renee swore, full of

remorse.

After dwelling on it, she realized that her embarrassing experiences always had something to do with alcohol. She decided to stop drinking completely.

"It's not the alcohol. There's something wrong with you," Quinton continued grumpily. "You know he's a scumbag, but you insisted on drinking with him. If I didn't find you today, would you stay at his house for a few days?"

"No, I wasn't going to do that!" Renee pouted, defending herself. "I went to his house because I was drunk. If I was sober, I would've stayed away from that place. Staying there is torture for me!"

"What kind of place is it?" Margaret asked curiously.

"Uh... It's just a friend's house."

Naturally, Renee was too embarrassed to tell Margaret the fact that she had slept with Stefan again. If not, Margaret would have rebuked her.

"Is it... Mr. Hunt's house?" Margaret asked tentatively. She was no fool. Based on Renee's expression, she could easily guess the truth.

Renee scratched her hair, and denied guiltily, "No, of course not!"

Quinton pocketed his hands and abruptly chimed in, "You went to his house, but you didn't do anything embarrassing. Why couldn't you admit to it? No, you had to be coy about it. People might think that you had done something indecent."

"So it was Mr. Hunt's house?' A long sigh escaped Margaret.

She tried to persuade Renee earnestly.

"Ms. Ren, what exactly do you want? Do you want to get back together with him? It's exhausting for both of you to be a couple. Why don't you just break up with him?

"Plus, a vixen got his heart now. He doesn't want you and the kids. If you shamelessly pester him, well... I think you're quite the shameless coward. It's not something an Everheart does. I know you've humbly tried to win him back for the kids' sake, but didn't you lead a very happy life without him in the past? Sometimes, men are useless. You don't have to suffer for their sake."

"No, you got me wrong!" Renee couldn't accept Margaret's long speech and childishly covered her ears. "Oh, please stop talking! I know what I'm doing! Plus, I wasn't trying to win him back or pester him. I happened to dine with him and got drunk. And then..."

"Well... Did he touch you last night?" Margaret pushed.