# Chapter 114: A Battle of Wills Over a Chair
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review another unforgettable chapter of **"The Untouchable Ex Wife"** — a chapter filled with sharp-tongued showdowns, delicious revenge, and one very stubborn woman who refuses to back down. So grab your favorite drink, settle in, and let’s dive into the drama!
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Renee never considered herself a rude person, but there was a limit to everyone's patience. And today, that limit had been reached.
When she stepped into the upscale restaurant, she had expected many things. Perhaps glares from jealous women, perhaps whispers behind her back. But what she had *not* expected was to stand there like a fool with nowhere to sit while Stefan and Seraphina looked on from a neat little table designed for a romantic dinner for two.
She scanned the entire area, hoping to spot an empty chair she could drag over. But no—there was nothing but polished floors and elegantly arranged tables. Realizing she would have to ask for help, she turned to the waiter hovering nearby.
“Mister, can you get me a chair?”
The waiter’s face immediately twisted into a grimace. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and stammered, “Umm… about that…”
“What’s wrong?” Renee asked, her tone sharpening. “I’m a guest here. I don’t have a chair. I asked you to get me one. Is it really that hard?”
The poor man looked like he would rather be anywhere else. Carefully, he explained, “I’m sorry, madam, but this is a table for two. If we give you another chair, it will disrupt the restaurant’s atmosphere and affect the dining experience for other guests.”
Renee stared at him in disbelief. *Are you kidding me?* What kind of absurd rule was this? A restaurant that wouldn’t seat guests because they dared to be a third wheel?
Before she could argue, a sweet, venomous voice cut through the air. Seraphina, seated elegantly across from Stefan, smiled with obvious satisfaction.
“Of course he’s being serious,” she cooed sarcastically. “It’s a table for two, so obviously they don’t have extra chairs. If I were in your shoes, I’d be sensible enough to go eat at another restaurant instead of making things difficult for the poor waiter.”
Renee felt her blood boil. She was already irritated, but Seraphina’s condescending sneer was the final straw. Her eyes narrowed, and a dangerous calm settled over her.
“You’re right,” Renee said, nodding slowly. “It doesn’t make sense to have a third person here since it’s a table for two.”
Seraphina smirked, thinking she had won.
“So you need to be sensible too,” Renee continued, her voice dropping. “Get up!”
Before anyone could react, Renee marched toward Seraphina, grabbed the back of the chair, and yanked it outward with surprising force. Seraphina wobbled, clutching the armrests to keep her balance.
“W-What are you doing? This seat is mine! Why should *I* leave?” Seraphina shrieked, her face flushing with fury.
“Who told you this seat is yours?” Renee shot back rudely. “Does it have your name carved on it?”
“Stefan let me sit here! I’m his fiancée, so of course this seat belongs to me!” Seraphina protested, her voice rising in indignation.
Renee arched one eyebrow, utterly unimpressed. “Stefan let you sit here? Does this chair have Stefan’s name engraved on it then?”
Seraphina opened her mouth, then closed it. She couldn’t find a retort.
“Oh, umm… well…”
“Get up!” Renee’s patience evaporated completely. She grabbed Seraphina’s shoulders and began nudging her out of the chair with a firm, unrelenting pressure.
“Renee, how dare you!” Seraphina stumbled away, nearly losing her balance. She swung around, ready to unleash a storm of insults, but Renee had already dropped gracefully into the vacated seat. She flashed Seraphina a triumphant smirk and smoothed her skirt like a queen claiming her throne.
Seraphina stood fuming, completely ignored.
Renee turned her attention to the menu as if nothing had happened. She flipped through the pages, her index finger lazily tracing over photographs of exquisite dishes.
“Oh, this looks nice. Oh, and this looks nice too. And this looks pretty good. Bring me all of these!”
She had ordered nearly every dish on the entire menu. The waiter scribbled furiously on his notepad, his eyes wide.
After placing her order, Renee closed the menu with a satisfied snap and lifted her chin. Turning to Stefan, she said in the sweetest voice imaginable, “Master Hunt, is there anything else you would like to eat? After all, *you’re* paying. So order whatever you want!”
Stefan, who had been watching the entire scene unfold with barely concealed amusement, pressed his lips together to hold back a smile. He looked down at the menu, flipping through it casually, pretending to study the options.
“Miss Everheart,” he said slowly, a teasing edge in his voice, “you might be scrawny, but you seem to have a good appetite… I really don’t know where all that food goes.”
Renee’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She sat up straighter, indignant. “What did you say? *Scrawny*? Let me have you know that my figure is extremely attractive!”
Inside, she was seething with a different kind of frustration. *“You know better than anyone how good my figure is—stop lying, you shameless man!”*
Stefan slowly lifted his gaze, letting his eyes travel over her with an unreadable expression. Then, in the most casual tone, he said, “But you’re still not pretty enough.”
Renee was flabbergasted. Her jaw nearly dropped. She couldn’t accept those words, not from him—especially not from him.
“Excuse me?” she snarled, her voice rising. “I bet you just want a woman with big boobs, right? You’re nothing but a lecherous pervert!”
The words exploded out of her mouth before she could stop them, drawing shocked glances from nearby diners. In that moment, Seraphina stood off to the side, completely forgotten—no longer the center of attention, no longer in control.
And all the while, Stefan watched Renee with an amused glint in his eyes, as if she were the most entertaining spectacle in the entire world.
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What a wonderfully fiery chapter! Renee truly knows how to hold her ground, turning embarrassment into victory with nothing but sheer audacity and sharp wit. Watching her humble the smug Seraphina and trade subtle barbs with Stefan was absolutely delightful. You can feel the electric tension between Renee and Stefan—old familiarity hidden behind newly minted distance. And, of course, Renee’s indignant defense of her figure was both hilarious and adorable. Her fiery temperament might be her greatest weapon and her biggest weakness all at once.
**⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars**
**Next Chapter Prediction:** Now that Renee has proven she won’t be bullied by Seraphina, the atmosphere at that dinner table is bound to get even more explosive. Seraphina will likely retaliate by trying desperate tactics to embarrass Renee in front of Stefan, perhaps exposing old secrets or provoking Renee into a public confrontation. Meanwhile, Stefan’s teasing behavior suggests he is enjoying Renee’s presence far more than he should, which could lead to an unexpected moment of closeness between former lovers—one that neither of them will be able to ignore.
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