The Untouchable Ex-Wife

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Joanne looked at the test paper on the table and was silent for a long time.

Then, she said thoughtfully, "Instead of making him be my study buddy, I hoped to see his past self. Isn't it ridiculous?'

In the past, she liked Quinton very much. She liked the man the TV station would interview because he was charming, wise, and bright. She preferred the days when he was bright and optimistic.

If they could return to the night before her college entrance examination, she might choose to hide the incident that caused her pain.

If she did so, Quinton wouldn't try to seek justice for her and fall out with her family. Their lives might be different. Unfortunately, there was no time machine. After all, it had happened. The past couldn't be reversed.

Renee grabbed the chance to sound out Joanne's thoughts. "You still care about him, don't you? You don't hate him, so you can't cut off from him. Am I right?"

She felt that both Joanne and Quinton were insincere. They claimed that they hated each other, but merely because of the profound love they felt for each other.

If not, Joanne wouldn't say that the person she wanted to meet the most was Quinton when she was dying on the day Renee first met her.

"I don't know..." Joanne shook her head. "We're all the playthings of destiny. He was so exceptional, so perfect. But he was ruined because he grew up in such a family. He was a fallen angel. I don't understand why my wicked parents would adopt him. His fate wouldn't be so terrible if another family adopted him. At the very least, he could go to school and be a top student like you. He would lead a bright and decent life."

Joanne always claimed she hated Quinton greatly, but in the end, the people she hated the most were herself and her wicked family.

She hated the fact that she grew up in such a pathological family. She hated how weak she was. Not only did she fail to help Quinton, but she also sank into a deep abyss. She was full of remorse.

Renee's guess was accurate. Joanne wasn't trying to push Quinton away. She just didn't dare to face her pathological family.

"You can't make things difficult for yourself like this," Renee said.

She felt sorry for Joanne.

"I heard a saying that helped me greatly. Everyone's given a chance to read the scripts of their lives before coming to this world, but they choose to come in the end. I'm sure there's something worthwhile. Maybe he chose to be adopted by your parents because she wanted to meet you. He was willing to endure so much misfortune just to meet you. Also, you didn't ruin his life. It's all written in the stars."

Joanne looked at Renee in a trance, her eyes turning teary. "Is that so?"

"That's what I think." Renee smiled and used herself as an example. "What do you think about my life?"

"I think you're...very perfect." Joanne looked pitiful and jealous. "You grew up in a loving family. You married the man you loved, and got such a cute son and daughter. Plus, you have many family and friends who are willing to risk their lives for you. I don't think you have any regret except for your flawed relationship with Mr. Hunt."

"No..." Renee said.