# Chapter 222: A Forgotten Past, a Second Chance
Hello, dear readers! How is everyone doing today? I'm so glad to be back with you. In today’s chapter, we join Stefan and Owen in a late-night conversation that cracks open old wounds, raises important questions, and puts a stunning possibility on the table—one that could change Stefan's entire world forever. So sit back, settle in, and let's dive into the unforgettable moments of **The Untouchable Ex Wife**, Chapter 222.
The night was still young, but the air around Stefan was heavy with unease. When Owen casually mentioned something about Renee Everheart's brother, Stefan's face flickered with genuine shock—and that reaction caught Owen completely off guard. Raising his brows in confusion, Owen pressed, “You didn’t know about it?”
A deep silence fell. Stefan said nothing. He simply stood there, frozen, with a solemn expression carved into his handsome features. It was proof enough that he truly had no idea. Seeing this, Owen found it more than a little strange. After all, if something had happened to Renee's brother, wouldn't she have told Stefan herself? The two of them had always seemed so close.
“You really didn’t know?” Owen repeated, curiosity sharpening his tone. “Shouldn't Miss Everheart inform you if something happens to her brother? You two seemed pretty close.”
Stefan pressed his lips together, then let out a bitter scoff. “Close? Hardly,” he muttered, before downing a frustrated gulp of wine. A waiter appeared in an instant with a fresh glass for Stefan, carefully refilling it as if sensing his dark mood.
But Owen wasn’t so easily silenced. As someone who was always traveling, Owen had missed the storm of news coming out of Beach City. He had no idea that Stefan and Renee were once husband and wife, nor did he know about the many complicated layers to their past. From the outside, all he could see was the obvious tension and tenderness between them. So, he spoke plainly—as only a true friend could.
“Stefan, you can’t be that blind,” Owen said, shaking his head with a slow grin. “It’s obvious you both have feelings for each other, and yet you keep hiding it!”
For a moment, Stefan’s guarded mask seemed to crack. A shadow of pain crossed his eyes, and he held his glass a little tighter. “We did have history,” he admitted quietly. “But I had an accident, and I forgot all about my past with her. The people around me claimed that she did terrible things to harm me, and even she admitted that I was nearly killed by her own hands. My brain injury… it has something to do with her too, but…”
He trailed off. The words seemed caught somewhere between his heart and his throat, too painful to let out. His jaw tightened as he stared into the deep red liquid swirling in his glass. Then, in one swift motion, he gulped the wine down miserably.
“But what?” Owen’s eyes lit up with deadly curiosity, eager to hear the rest. “What were you about to say?”
“It’s nothing,” Stefan said coldly, trying to close the door on the topic.
But Owen, being Owen, wasn’t about to let it go. He grinned knowingly and nudged further. “Tell me, please. Maybe I can help you. Have you forgotten? I’m a top neurosurgeon. I can probably help you find those lost memories.”
That was when something extraordinary happened.
For the first time that entire evening, Stefan looked up with raw emotion flickering in his eyes. The usual aloofness vanished. His voice shook with barely contained urgency as he asked, “Really? Can you help me regain my memories?”
This was the answer Stefan had been longing for ever since his brain surgery. He’d always wanted to find an exceptional medical expert and restart his treatment, but his condition was too unstable. Every specialist around him had strongly objected to any further risky procedures. As the months passed, hope had begun to wither. But now, in front of him, stood a skilled and confident friend—a golden opportunity.
“Why would I lie to you? I’m highly skilled in brain surgery, and that’s no exaggeration!” Owen declared proudly, patting his chest. He might have come across as arrogant, but he had every right to be confident in his abilities.
A flicker of hope crossed Stefan’s face. He made a decision. He disliked that constant feeling of loss—the emptiness where his memories with Renee should have been—more than he feared the risk. “Okay,” he said slowly, meeting Owen’s gaze. “If there’s a chance, I’ll let you treat me.”
Yet Owen wasn’t finished. A sly smile curled across his lips as he returned to his earlier question. “Sure, but you still haven’t answered me,” he said gently, pushing for the truth. “You said you knew that Miss Everheart might have been your enemy, but…?”
“There is no ‘but’,” Stefan interrupted sharply, pouring more wine down his throat in a futile attempt to drown his restless thoughts.
“Fine,” Owen said, chuckling softly. “Forget it. I’m sure you’ll tell me everything once I help you get your memories back.”
“We’ll talk about it then,” Stefan replied quietly, the faintest trace of hope and resignation tangled together in his voice.
The two continued to talk, laugh, and drink through the night like old friends discovering a deep bond. Time slipped by unnoticed, and no more words were exchanged about the woman who had touched both of their minds in different ways.
At midnight, they finally shook hands and said goodbye at the door of the venue. Stefan was tipsy—not so much that he couldn’t stand, but enough that his judgment was clouded and his emotions were dangerously close to the surface. He climbed into the back seat of his car and let his head fall back against the cushion, closing his eyes wearily.
The world around him hummed quietly, the alcohol still burning warmly in his chest. In the silence of the car, all Stefan could think of was Renee—her face, her voice, the unexplained fragments of memories that remained forever just out of reach. Why did she have to be so tangled up in his every thought? Why could he not let her go?
Suddenly, a familiar ringtone shattered the silence.
His phone glowed in the darkness, and the name on the screen stirred something deep within him. Renee was calling.
The night air seemed to freeze. Stefan’s heart pounded violently as he stared at the screen, uncertain what she would say, uncertain whether he was ready to hear her voice at all.
The chapter ends with his hand hovering over the call button, two worlds hanging in the balance.
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**Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating**
Ah, this chapter hit right in the feels! Watching Stefan struggle with the truth about his memories and his feelings for Renee is both heartbreaking and thrilling. His vulnerability around Owen shows a side of him we rarely see—the man beneath the cold exterior, still wounded by the fragments of a past he cannot fully remember. Owen is such a breath of fresh air here too—direct, witty, and genuinely helpful. The promise of memory recovery not only offers Stefan hope but opens the door for major twists in the upcoming conflict. Who knows what will happen when the whole truth finally surfaces? This chapter definitely deserves high praise!
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction**
Will Stefan finally answer Renee's late-night call? Given the timing and the emotional tension, she is likely contacting him for help—perhaps her brother's situation is far more dangerous than anyone expected. But just as Stefan begins to confront his feelings, Owen's treatment may bring fragments of long-buried truth rushing back, forcing Stefan to face the question: was Renee truly his enemy, or was everything he was told a lie designed to tear them apart?
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