# Chapter 331: The Truth Elijah Almost Let Slip
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 331 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife" — a chapter brimming with tension, buried truths, and the dangerous dance of deception that surrounds Stefan Hunt's fragile mind. So sit back, settle in, and let's uncover what happens when one careless sentence threatens to shatter everything Seraphina has worked so hard to build.
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The moment Seraphina stepped into Stefan's office, she carried herself with a skip so cheerful it practically radiated sunshine. In her hands was a thermos, held out like a trophy of devotion. She twisted off the lid, and immediately the rich, savory aroma of her freshly made chicken soup filled the entire room, wrapping around Stefan like a cozy invitation.
"I made you chicken soup," she announced brightly, her voice dripping with practiced tenderness. "It'll be good for your stomach, since you have gastritis. You should hurry up and drink it."
From where he stood nearby, Elijah couldn't help but let out an appreciative whistle. "Wow, it smells so nice, Ms. Murphy! I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking."
Stefan, however, was a fortress of ice. Seated behind his polished desk, he didn't even deign to lift his gaze from the contract he was flipping through with cold, methodical precision. When he finally spoke, his words weren't directed at Seraphina at all — they sliced through the air toward Elijah instead. "Drink it yourself if you think it smells so good."
The dismissal was so sharp it could have drawn blood. Seraphina's jaw tightened, her teeth grinding beneath that porcelain smile as she poured the soup into a bowl for him. Every ounce of effort she poured into this charade, and he treated her like a ghost haunting his office.
Elijah, no fool despite his friendly demeanor, immediately waved his hands in refusal, taking a hurried step backward. "No, I wouldn't dare to. This is what Ms. Murphy made for you, Mr. Hunt," he said with a nervous chuckle. "So who am I to drink it? I'll just have some water."
Seraphina's nostrils flared. She sucked in a steadying breath and forced her composure back into place, turning toward Elijah with a smile that was all razor blades disguised as sweetness. "It's alright; I can pour you a bowl if you want, Mr. Young."
"You're so nice, Ms. Murphy," Elijah laughed, clearly dancing around the minefield between them. "But I was just kidding. Please let Mr. Hunt have it — he needs nutritious meals like this. You should help take care of him if you have the time..."
His voice trailed off, and something shifted in his expression. A soft, nostalgic smile curved his lips — the kind of smile that belongs to memories long buried but never truly forgotten. "When Mr. Hunt was still married," Elijah murmured, almost to himself, "his wife always came to deliver soup to him. But she was different from you. She gave soup to everyone under the name of the company. She was really a kind and humble person."
The words hung in the air like a lit fuse attached to an explosion.
Seraphina's cheeks flamed crimson, not from embarrassment at Elijah's subtle comparison, but from pure, seething rage. Who did this meddling assistant think he was? To praise another woman in front of her like that — especially *that* woman? Seraphina's manicured fingers tightened around the thermos. Elijah was proving himself to be quite a thorn in her side. A thorn she would have to pull out, root and stem, as soon as she possibly could.
But her humiliation was nothing compared to what happened next.
Stefan, absorbed in the world of contracts and corporate transactions, had barely registered the chatter around him. But the word *"wife"* struck his brain like a bolt of lightning piercing through heavy clouds. His head snapped up, eyes suddenly sharp and piercing. "What did you say, Elijah?" His voice dropped to a dangerous register. "Was I married before?"
The question hit the room like a bomb going off in absolute silence.
"Frowning, he demanded," the tension was so thick in the room that you couldn't even cut it with a blade, "Was I married before? Who was my wife?"
His mind was a labyrinth of fragments and shadows. Ever since he'd lost his memories of Renee — that stubborn, brilliant woman who refused to be erased from his destiny — whole chunks of his past had gone dark. His marriage. His children. The life he once lived. All of it was buried somewhere deep in the recesses of his damaged brain, locked away by the trauma that had stolen everything from him.
Elijah's throat went dry. He swallowed nervously, feeling the weight of his words crashing down on him. How many times had he wanted to tell Stefan the truth? How many nights had he lain awake, wondering if keeping such a monumental secret was the right thing to do? But every time he'd been on the verge of confessing, he'd stopped himself.
"My mistake, Mr. Hunt," Elijah managed, his voice shaky and unconvincing even to his own ears. "It was a woman who tried to win you over in the past... and she used to do things like that to please you. As for the details..." He trailed off, then added with forced reassurance, "I'm sure you'll remember everything after your brain surgery this Wednesday."
Wednesday. Eight o'clock in the morning. That was when Stefan would lie on the operating table with Owen at the helm — Owen, the brilliant surgeon who had promised that Stefan would regain his lost memories once it was over. When that day came, everything would flood back: his marriage, his children, Renee — all of it. Elijah clung to that promise like a lifeline. He believed — truly believed — that telling Stefan about his past now would only confuse and overwhelm his damaged brain. Better to let the surgery restore those memories naturally, rather than risk further harm with premature revelations. Like everyone else who had hidden the truth from Stefan, Elijah was just trying to protect him.
But Stefan Hunt was not a man who could be fooled easily. The moment Elijah tried to backtrack, the CEO's eyes blazed with cold fury.
"Didn't you just say it?" Stefan slammed through the flimsy lie with the force of a wrecking ball. He glared at Elijah fiercely, his voice rising with barely contained anger. "I might have lost some memories, but I'm not stupid. You're lying to me."
The accusation echoed in the room like a judge's gavel. Elijah flinched, his hands clenching into fists by his sides. "Mr. Hunt, that's not what I meant! Ah, it's very complicated..."
His words trailed off into the suffocating silence. He looked conflicted, caught between his loyalty to his boss and his fear of hurting him — a tightrope walk where the wrong step could send everything crashing down.
Seraphina watched the exchange with a storm brewing behind her eyes. This was spinning dangerously out of control. If Elijah kept prodding and poking at those buried memories, everything she'd worked to achieve could fall apart in an instant. She needed to silence him. Permanently, if necessary.
The clock was ticking toward Wednesday. And when that day arrived, every carefully constructed lie might come crumbling down.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, what a gripping, tension-filled chapter! The way Elijah's nostalgic slip of the tongue suddenly tears open a crack in Stefan's carefully managed reality is absolutely masterful storytelling. You can feel the panic radiating off Seraphina as she watches her reign of deception begin to crack, and Elijah's internal struggle is so beautifully conveyed — this man is clearly suffering under the weight of his secret, torn between protecting Stefan and honoring the truth. And Stefan? His sharp, intuitive refusal to accept Elijah's pitiful excuse shows that even with a damaged brain, his instincts remain razor-sharp. This chapter is a pressure cooker building toward an inevitable explosion on Wednesday, and I am absolutely here for it.
Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
With Stefan on high alert now, his mind picking at the threads Elijah unknowingly pulled, the days leading up to the surgery are bound to be explosive. Seraphina will assuredly try to tighten her grip — perhaps by escalating her sabotage toward Elijah or by manipulating Stefan's fragile emotional state to keep him from digging deeper into his past. Meanwhile, Stefan might begin probing his own memories, consulting others or investigating behind closed doors, determined to uncover the truth that everyone seems determined to hide from him. And as Wednesday's surgery looms, expect Renee's fate to collide with Stefan's world once again — because secrets of this magnitude never stay buried for long.
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