The Untouchable Ex-Wife

“With who now?” Renee couldn’t understand a single thing Leia was saying. She didn’t really take Leia’s screaming seriously, since she had always been quite dramatic.

“With Stefan Hunt!” Leia screeched. “Girl, if you really slept with him, I’m going to be so disappointed in you I know I used to support the two of you, but that cretin crossed the line! Didn’t you say you wanted to “divorce him? How could you sleep with him?!”

Leia was only angry out of concern for her best friend. She didn’t want Renee to get hurt again.

“Who said I did that?” Renee felt awkward, realizing Leia must’ve watched the livestream from last night.” It was all just for show. Sure, we might have kissed, but I also got to slap him as compensation.”

Renee didn’t find the kiss much of a sacrifice, as it was great being able to slap Stefan across the face.” Damn, that felt so satisfying!”

“Oh, so you slapped him… Nice one, Ren!” Leia exclaimed, then turned serious again. “But that’s still not a good enough reason to sleep with him! Be honest with me though, did you really not sleep with him last. night? You were seen heading home together… Wait, is he next to you right now?!”

“Ew, Leia, don’t be ridiculous!” Renee scoffed, but she didn’t remember heading home with Stefan at all… That’s why she was speechless when she saw the pictures published in the article that Leia sent.

The pictures made it seem like the both of them had returned to Sunup Residence. Although they weren’t exactly heading in together, it looked like Stefan had reached the place no more than ten minutes after

her.

Sunup Residence was where she was currently staying. It had only two units, and Liam had personally chosen the location for her. The woman had never revealed her address to anyone else, as she had

always cherished her privacy.

Thus, there was only one possibility: Stefan was stalking her.

“That jerk!” Renee felt chills run down her spine.

After ending the call with Leia, she immediately dialed Stefan’s number to confront him.

“Why are you calling?” Stefan’s husky voice sounded rather surprised.

However, Renee wasn’t in any mood to speak calmly, and immediately started to yell. “Stefan Hunt, how disgusting can you get? Do you really have that much time on your hands? How are you any different from a perverted predator?! You know, I absolutely hate it when someone plays mind games with me! We’re divorcing soon, so stop pestering me! If you keep this up, I’ll have no choice but to call the cops!”

Stefan frowned, responding coldly, “What on Earth are you talking about?”

“Stop acting like you don’t know!” Renee gritted her teeth. “Why were you following me last night? The news article mentioned that you didn’t leave Sunup Residence, even after an entire night! Are you still hiding somewhere? Are you trying to spy on me?! I’ve finally seen your true colors, Hunt! That elegance, coldness, and modesty is all fake! You’re just a pervert through and through!”

“You’re at Sunup Residence?” Stefan ignored her insults, focusing on her words instead.

“Stop pretending!” Renee clenched her fists tightly. This man is as stubborn as a mule! Why is he still pretending when he’s already been exposed?!

Ding dong! Ding dong!

Suddenly, the doorbell chimed brightly, and the woman figured it was the takeout she had ordered earlier.

Hanging up, Renee rushed over to the door, still in her pajamas. To her shock, instead of the delivery guy, Stefan was standing right, on her doorstep. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Oh my god, you pervert! What is your problem? You were waiting here all along?! I’ll call the cops right now!” Renee never expected Stefan to be crazy enough to stay in front of her home for the whole night.

‘This is borderline creepy!”

The man’s tall figure stood there, his face completely expressionless. “I like your pajamas, but they’re a bit too loose around the chest. Be careful, or you might accidentally flash someone.”

“Hey!” Renee’s face flushed red as she covered her chest with her arms immediately. She had only ever worn these pajamas to sleep. It was a loose tank top with a lace around the hem. If she wasn’t careful, it would be quite easy for her to have a wardrobe malfunction.

“You don’t have to cover yourself, we’re still legally married,” he reminded her indifferently.

“Shut it! Don’t you dare look!” Renee took a deep breath, balling up her fists once more. “Tell me the truth: Why are you stalking me? Why are you here?”