The Untouchable Ex-Wife

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What kind of logic is that?" Renee looked bewildered. "How did you bump into Joanne? Did you go to her school to meet her? What did you do to her? How did she get like this in such a short time?"

"I tortured her, of course!" Quinton scoffed righteously. "I couldn't stand her shining so brightly while I was stuck in such a gloomy and cold place. I just wanted to pull her into my world, but she refused. She would rather die than submit to me, so she tried to kill herself. She wanted to use such a ridiculous method to torture me... How foolish! It doesn't affect me at all."

"No way.. You actually did go to her school?" Renee smacked her forehead, feeling regretful. She had underestimated his insanity and troubled Joanne. She had assumed that he would slowly open his heart when she told him about Joanne's current life, and he would forget about the past and make peace with Joanne. She had hoped they would lead a normal and wonderful life together, but unexpectedly, Quinton didn't want Joanne to lead a good life, and it had led her to try to end her life. How sinful! "I don't understand... What do you want? What kind of ending do you want for you and Joanne?" Renee demanded angrily.

"I never thought of that.' Coldness shone in Quinton's eyes. "We hate each other. If we're together, nothing can come out of it except misery and suffering." When he recalled the things that happened in the school, he realized that everything had been out of his control. At first, he had only wanted to see how she was living, but when he saw her getting bullied, it brought out his cruel side. Then, Joanne's fear, and hatred for him made it worse, and things had spiralled out of control. He wanted them to have a connection somehow, if not one of them would be warm and bright in the sun while the other would be a demon who lived in the dark. They would never have anything to do with each other.

You care about her, and you don't hate her either, but you still don't know how to get along with her. That was why you pretended to be a bad guy to provoke her and make her hate you. You didn't mean what you said-you're just afraid to face your feelings." After studying Quinton's expressions, Renee tried to put herself in his shoes and figure out his thoughts.

"I'm afraid?" Quinton's facade fell as he flexed his fingers. 'Maybe I am really scared!"