The Untouchable Ex Wife by Mizuki Sei

“This bastard is clearly a traitor! How could you still plead for me to let him go, my silly sister?”

Quinton slammed the table furiously and shouted an order to his men outside, “Get in here! Drag this turncoat out and feed him to the fish! I don’t ever want to see him again!”

“Calm down, Quinton! Why are you screaming for blood all of a sudden?”

Renee sighed helplessly. She was completely unaccustomed to the cruel and vicious side of her brother, having only known him as a gentle and polite man. But then she thought of the arduous life he must have had to suffer through since he was a child, and the violent outburst failed to anger her. Instead, she just felt sorry for him.

In this situation, the only thing she could do as his sister was to tolerate and try to understand him. Later, at a more suitable time, she would be his “tranquilizer” and try to keep him under control.

“Actually,” she said, “I think the fact that Chase is unwilling to lure out the impostor proves the strength of his character. It shows that he isn’t just an emotionless and unthinking robot who can only follow orders. This is the type of person that we must treasure, Quinton.”

As she spoke, she walked up to Chase and assured him, “Don’t worry, Chase. I can promise you that even if we do manage to catch the impostor, we won’t take his life. All we really want from him is an explanation…”

as he stared at

only owes Carmine Pawnshop an explanation, but he also owes me one. I have to know who he really is and why he played with my feelings by disappearing without a trace on the day that we were supposed

haunt her for the rest of her

tedious and troublesome, but he worked very hard to learn how to cook just to leave a good impression. From a man who’s never stepped into the kitchen before, he transformed into the perfect househusband just because of you. He couldn’t have possibly done it

uncertain most of the time, and he would only pass his orders down to Chase via the phone. At times, Chase only saw him once a year. Yet

change was not proof of true love,

“Shut up, you traitor!”

my sister deserves no forgiveness! I don’t care if it was true love—the only thing that man deserves is to be fed to the fish—no, he deserves to be chopped up into

wanted the impostor to die, but now that he learned that the bastard played with his sister’s heart, he decided that

began, massaging her temple and visibly exhausted. “Please stay out of this and let me handle