# Chapter 15: The Panic of a Blind Man – And the Sweet Taste of Reassurance
Hello, dear readers! It’s me again! How are you all doing today? I hope life is treating you kindly. Today, I invite you to step back into the intense emotional world of *The Untouchable Ex-Wife*. We’re about to dive into a chapter that showcases the terrifying vulnerability of a man who has lost everything — even his sight — and the quiet, steady love of the woman who refuses to let him go. So, take a deep breath, settle in, and let’s experience Chapter 15 together.
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There is something uniquely terrifying about being blind. But for Jovan, the most terrifying part wasn’t the endless darkness itself. No — it was change.
For the past six months, the little wooden house had become more than just a shelter. It was his cocoon. His sanctuary. His whole world. Within those humble walls, he had learned to map every step, every corner, every comfort. And most importantly, that house held *her* presence. It held the sound of Renee’s footsteps, the warmth of her care, and the illusion of safety.
Now, he was trapped inside a hospital bed — an unfamiliar world filled with strange smells, cold machinery, and the voices of strangers. And the one voice he desperately needed to hear was missing.
"Please calm down, sir. You have injured your back, so you'll have to be hospitalized for a short period of time. Don't worry. We will make sure to take good care of you," the nurse said, her tone soft and patient.
But Jovan wasn’t listening. His arms thrashed wildly, as if he were fighting off invisible demons. His screams echoed down the sterile hallway.
"Get lost! I don't need your care! Get lost right now!"
This was not the voice of a proud, powerful man. This was the sound of pure panic — the cries of a child who had lost his anchor in a turbulent sea.
"Where's my guardian!? Where is she?! I only want her!"
The nurse’s expression softened with pity and concern. "I'm sorry, I... I don't know where your guardian is, either. You were alone in this ward when I came."
Those words hit Jovan like a thunderbolt.
His pale face turned even whiter, all color draining from his skin. His lips parted, trembling in fear. But then, something even worse struck him — the terrible possibility that she had left. That she had finally seen enough of his uselessness and quietly slipped out of his life.
In his desperation, he began to beg, his voice cracking like shattered glass.
"I'll pay you to send me home! I'll pay you however much you want! She'd be worried if I wasn't home! Please!"
The nurse shook her head kindly. "Uhm... We can't do that, sir. Do you perhaps have her number? Why don't I give her a call instead?"
A flicker of hope lit up his heart. "Alright, her number is..."
He was just about to recite Renee’s number from memory — that sequence of digits that had become as familiar as his own heartbeat — when he suddenly stopped.
"Sir? Her number is...?"
Silence.
Jovan’s hands slowly relaxed. The wild storm inside him suddenly went quiet, replaced by a hollow, aching calm.
"It's okay. There's no need to call her," he said quietly.
Because in that moment, a devastating thought crossed his mind: If Renee truly wanted to leave him, who was he to hold her back? Six months ago, he was a burden she inherited out of compassion, not obligation. She had cooked for him, cleaned for him, guided him, tolerated his moods, and shared her warmth with a man who had nothing left to offer. If she finally chose to walk away, could he really blame her? Could he resent her for wanting a life free from his chains?
No. He would not hate her. He would simply remember their time together — every gentle word, every patient gesture, every small meal shared in the little wooden house — and be grateful.
Grateful that, for a brief season of his broken life, he had been loved by a woman like Renee.
But then — the door burst open.
"Thank the gods. You're finally awake! You scared me to death!"
It was Renee. Her voice was breathless, laced with exhaustion and pure, undeniable relief.
Jovan’s face transformed in an instant. That handsome face, so clouded with anguish, lit up like the first rays of dawn. The corners of his lips lifted, and for the first time since waking up in that cold hospital room, his heart beat with joy instead of fear.
"You... You didn't leave? You weren't thinking of abandoning me?"
Renee blinked at his question. Then she let out a soft, helpless chuckle.
"Silly, do you really think I'm that type of person? If I really wanted to abandon you, I would've done so long ago!"
She stepped closer and took his hand gently — her touch like a warm balm over his wounded spirit.
"I haven't even given you a lecture! How could you climb that tree when you're blind? If I came home any later, would you have wanted to climb the roof instead?!"
Despite her scolding tone, there was no anger in her voice — only deep care hidden behind a veil of fake exasperation. Jovan felt his defensive walls crumbling. He admitted, his voice childlike and soft:
"I just wanted to pick some cherries for you because I heard you wanted some. You could eat them once you come home from the marketplace."
Renee felt her heart melt. She was touched — deeply, profoundly touched — but she had never been good at saying melodramatic things. Instead, she squeezed his hand a little tighter.
"I can pick them if I want to eat them that badly. Your main mission here is to take care of yourself."
Jovan’s face dimmed slightly. "Yeah, a burden like me should just stay put and not give you trouble..."
The words hung in the air, heavy with self-loathing. In the past, Jovan had been a man who cared for nothing. He had lived recklessly, wasted his life, and never given a thought to his own worth. But right now, in this very moment, he felt the weight of his own uselessness pressing down on him. He had once possessed power, vision, influence — and now, he couldn’t even climb a tree without throwing his life into danger. He couldn't even protect the woman he cared for.
But Renee didn’t bat an eye. She lifted her hand and patted him on the head affectionately.
"Atta boy!"
Her tone was light, teasing, and so full of affection that it chased away the shadows in his soul. Then she got up and reached for a small box she had brought with her.
"Are you in a bad mood? I bought something good for you, okay? I'm sure you'll feel much better once you've had some!"
Curiosity tinged with hope rose in Jovan’s chest. "What is it?"
"Open your mouth."
Renee scooped up a bite of soft cake and guided it to his lips. Jovan obediently opened his mouth, accepting the sweet morsel. As the flavor spread across his tongue — rich, sweet, comforting — he felt a genuine smile tug at his face.
"It's yummy."
Just like that, he was thoroughly comforted. In that moment, he wasn’t a fierce businessman, nor a broken blind man, nor the master of his past glory. He was simply a man being cared for, being spoiled, being loved.
Truly, desserts were the key to happiness.
Standing nearby, the nurse who had witnessed the entire scene felt her heart soften. She watched the two of them — the blind man with the childlike smile and the woman who returned his sweetness with patient love. Unlike the chaos from earlier, the room was now filled with tender warmth.
*This really is true love*, the nurse thought to herself.
And in that small hospital room, surrounded by the scent of antiseptic and powdered sugar, love had found its quiet, undeniable place.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
As a passionate reader, this chapter touched me deeply. It is so easy to forget that even the strongest personalities can crumble into childlike fear when stripped of their independence. Jovan’s panic at being in a new environment without Renee made his blindness feel incredibly real, raw, and heartbreaking. Watching him spiral from anger to despair, then to quiet resignation, is both painful and beautiful — because it shows how far he has fallen and how deeply he cares for Renee.
And Renee? She remains a heroine of quiet strength. Her teasing words, familiar touch, and simple gesture of feeding him cake speak louder than grand declarations of love ever could. This is not a chapter filled with dramatic confessions or glittering romance; it is a chapter filled with quiet devotion and humanity.
The emotional pacing, the tender character moments, and the beautiful contrast between Jovan’s ugly panic and Renee’s calming warmth make this an unforgettable read. Only one small critique: I wish we could have seen more of Jovan's inner transformation after Renee's return, but the chapter still delivered a satisfying emotional pay-off.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
The dust has settled for now, but danger and mysteries seem to follow Renee wherever she goes. I predict that in the next chapter, Jovan’s suspicious relatives or perhaps someone from Renee’s secretive past will discover their connection. This could provoke a showdown at the hospital — forcing Renee to reveal more of her true identity and why she has been hiding all this time. Jovan may also begin to question the meaning behind Renee’s mysterious wealth, protective nature, and hidden past. One thing is certain: the peaceful little bubble they share is about to be disturbed.
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