# Chapter 124: A Room Full of Ruin and a Memory No One Dares to Correct
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? I do hope the day has treated you kindly. Today, I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 124 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife." In this chapter, we witness Renee at her most gloriously reckless, standing amid the broken pieces of a gesture she once poured her love into. But what she doesn't yet realize is that those shattered fragments are nothing compared to the fragile state of the man walking through the door. Get comfortable, friends, because this scene crackles with fire, fury, and a truth everyone has agreed to bury.
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The adrenaline of her earlier victory was still singing through Renee's veins as she moved through Stefan's office like a woman possessed. One by one, she picked up the things she had lovingly bought for him in what now felt like another lifetime. A crystal penholder. A plush cushion she had selected with such care. A sleek coffee machine she had imagined him using every morning while thinking of her. It all felt absurd now. Cruel, even. So she smashed them — each crash landing against the floor felt cathartic, like the sound of her own bruised heart shattering and reforming into something harder.
Elijah watched the chaos unfold with wide eyes and a constricted throat. He had seen many storms inside his boss's office, but nothing quite like this. Seeing Renee hurl yet another cherished item to the floor, he finally found his nerve and cleared his throat nervously.
"Now you're done for, Mrs. Hunt," he warned, a nervous tremor in his voice. "You broke all his favorite things, and I bet he's going to be furious. Why don't you run away now? I fear the consequences might be dire."
Renee stopped, chest heaving, strands of hair clinging to her damp forehead. A wicked, unapologetic grin curved her lips as she turned to face him. "He'll be furious?" she echoed, savoring the thought. "Well, that's exactly what I'm hoping for. He started it, so it's only right that I end it."
With that declaration hanging in the air, she scanned the office once more, her jaw tightening as a fresh wave of disgust washed over her. *Ugh, I can't believe I bought so many things for that ungrateful turd. I'm so tired that I can't even break them all.* Her gaze eventually landed on the coffee machine in the corner, the last untouched piece of her misguided devotion. She walked over to it with purpose, muscles coiling as she hoisted it high above her head.
But before she could let it fly, the door swung open and Stefan strode in, every inch the storm she had been waiting for. In two quick strides, he seized her wrist, his grip an unforgiving vice. "Are you done making a scene?" he sneered, his dark eyes glittering with menace.
Renee didn't flinch. Instead, she lowered the coffee machine slowly and set it back on the desk with exaggerated care. A sweet, poisonous smile stretched across her lips. "Well, well... Master Hunt finally joined the party. I'll stop then."
Stefan's gaze swept across the room, and what he saw made his blood boil. His face went rigid as shards of glass and fragments of cherished belongings littered the floor. His eyes snapped to Elijah like twin blades. "Did Medusa here turn you to stone?" he snarled, his voice knife-sharp. "You just stood here and enjoyed the show?"
Elijah lowered his head at once, his shoulders slumping in reluctant submission. "Mr. Hunt, you were the one who said she could break things, right?" he muttered, hoping reason might cool his master's rage.
"I did say that," Stefan bit out, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white, "but you know my limits! She smashed all the things Seraphina bought me. I cherished those things, and you let her break them!"
Elijah's mouth opened and shut like a fish gasping for water. He didn't know how to answer that. No one did. The truth was a forbidden fruit in this household, wrapped in the most painful of wrappings. You see, after Stefan's brain surgery, his memories had scrambled like a jigsaw puzzle dropped on a hardwood floor. Every sweet moment he once shared with Renee had somehow been rewritten in his mind, with Seraphina's face taking her place. And no one dared correct him — because every time he tried to recall the past, agonizing pain seized his skull, threatening to erase everything he had left. It was safer to let him believe the lies. Safer to let him live in a world that never truly existed.
Even Renee, the one whose love had been erased from his history, never corrected him. She let him mistake another woman for herself, swallowing the bitterness again and again. But today, the poison had bubbled over.
"Yeah, I smashed the gifts Miss Seraphina bought for you," Renee said, crossing her arms with deliberate arrogance. "Ask the police to arrest me if you're so angry about it."
Stefan's patience snapped. He closed the distance between them and seized her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his blazing gaze. His thumb pressed into her skin with bruising force. "Do you think I'm so kind that I wouldn't do anything to you?"
Renee laughed — a cold, humorless sound. "Mr. Hunt, you've got me all wrong. Of course, I don't think you're a kind man. If you were, you wouldn't have fooled me again and again. You even secretly moved Joanne somewhere else without telling me. I'm only returning the favor... Wouldn't want you to get bored now, would we?"
She pulled her jaw free from his grip and swept her hand toward the ruins on the floor, a mocking gesture of presentation. "Hmm, Miss Murphy certainly has an... interesting taste in things. An ashtray, a pencil holder, a coffee machine, a cushion... what cheap things she gave you. Is the Master Hunt who's worth billions so easily won over?"
Behind them, Elijah's lips twitched as he was forced to stifle a groan. Covering his face with his palm, he could only think: *Mrs. Hunt is willingly throwing herself under the bus in the name of pettiness. She knows full well those gifts are hers. Yet she's letting herself be insulted just to wound him in return.* The irony was almost painful to witness.
But Stefan saw nothing ironic. He was drowning in a rage and a sadness he couldn't even properly name. "What the hell do you know?" he hissed, gripping her jaw once more, tilting her face so cruelly that she had no choice but to meet his icy stare. His voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "The things that Seraphina bought me were exactly what I needed. I used them daily, and every time I did, I would think about her and love her even more... A materialistic woman like you would never understand that kind of simple love."
The words struck Renee with a force she hadn't been prepared for. Every time he spoke like this, something inside her quietly bled. He spoke so reverently about a love that had been hers. Those gifts, that devotion, that warmth — all of it had been meant for *her*. But now she stood on the other side of a warped memory, cast as the villain in a story she had written with her own heart.
Before she could summon a retort sharp enough to draw blood, Elijah stepped forward trembling. He no longer knew if he was digging his own grave or finally digging for buried truth, but he spoke anyway — gently, carefully, as though walking on eggshells. "Mr. Hunt, is it possible that you're mistaken? Maybe it was Miss Everheart who bought some of these things for you?"
The name hung in the air.
And the room turned deathly still.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter burrowed deep into my chest and twisted. Watching Renee stand among those ruins, fighting fire with fire while bleeding inside, was both empowering and unbearably sad. And the moment Stefan spoke so tenderly about "Seraphina's gifts" — gifts that were truly Renee's — I felt a chill run down my spine. The tragedy of this chapter isn't the broken objects on the floor. It's the broken memories lurking in Stefan's mind, and the heartbreaking truth that Renee chooses to endure the pain rather than risk losing him entirely. Elijah's quiet attempt to remind Stefan of reality was a brave, fragile thread of hope. But will Stefan grasp it, or will his damaged mind reject it? This chapter is a masterclass in tension, irony, and bittersweet love.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
We're left with a cliffhanger that could shake everything. With Elijah's dangerous question echoing in the sudden silence, the next chapter will likely see Stefan forced to confront a flicker of doubt. Will a flash of memory surface? Will he begin to question Seraphina's role, or will the pain in his head send him spiraling deeper into confusion? Meanwhile, his grip on Renee has loosened — but has her resolve hardened or cracked? Expect an explosive confrontation between Stefan, Renee, and perhaps Seraphina herself, as the foundation of his rewritten memories begins to tremble.
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