# Chapter 341: The Painted Trap - A Sting of Deception
Hello lovely readers, it’s your devoted narrator again! I hope the day finds you all well and thriving, no matter what curveballs life throws your way. Today, I’m absolutely delighted to take you through another rollercoaster chapter of "The Untouchable Ex Wife," where the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and loyalties are tested beneath the sterile glow of hospital walls.
So lean in, settle comfortably, and let’s delve into Chapter 341 together. It’s a moment where secrets unravel dramatically, where false smiles get pulled taut and masks begin to slip. Let’s step inside the hospital waiting area, shall we?
The atmosphere in the hospital corridor felt like a storm gathered inside a shoe box. The air was heavy with unanswered questions and unspoken accusations. Just moments before, news of the surgeon’s sudden and mysterious car accident had sent ripples of shock, worry, and suspicion through everyone present. It appeared that fate, or perhaps something far more calculated, had thrown a great wrench into Stefan's operation plans. With a trembling sense of urgency, Seraphina stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Francine, gently patting her back as though she were comforting a frail and frightened grandmother.
"Don't be upset, Madam Francine," she murmured into the silence, her voice artificially tender. "This might actually be a good thing. Now, Stefan doesn’t have to take so many risks. It's meant to be, don't you think?" Her words were honey-coated, yet beneath that sweet tone, there was something diluted and unstable.
Francine, however, was far from a naive old woman. A stream of worry etched its way across her brow as her gaze wandered helplessly toward the closed doors of the operating room. "I'm not sad, but I find it strange that the doctor got into an accident right before the surgery..." Her voice danced with concern and suspicion. "Stef will be furious when he finds out, and he'll definitely look into it."
Those words pierced Seraphina like brittle glass. Her posture stiffened, and she swallowed hard, a visible wave of anxiety washing over her delicate features. "Umm..." was all the response she could muster as her palms grew clammy. There was a guilty flicker in her eyes that she tried desperately to douse.
Standing quietly in the corner, his hands tucked deep into his pockets in a composed manner, Elijah wore an expression of polite curiosity. Yet the smile that played upon his lips was fabricated and unnerving, a mask over a chessboard mind. He turned his gaze toward Seraphina, his eyes sharp and observant.
"Didn't you want to stop the surgery earlier, Ms. Murphy?" he asked with feigned innocence, allowing the question to hang in the air like venom on a breeze. "Why do you look so worried then? To be honest, I'm not sure whether you want him to have the surgery or not."
The question landed like a slap. Seraphina’s eyes flared with indignation, and she snapped back, her voice sharp as shattered glass. "What are you trying to say, Elijah? I don't care about the surgery—I just want Stefan to be safe and healthy. I'll support whatever he does as long as it helps him get better."
There it was—the performance of a devoted lover who stood by her man through thick and thin. She tipped her chin up with pride, probably believing she had delivered her lines flawlessly.
"Really? Don’t forget what you said then," Elijah replied lightly, a knowing, sly smile forming at the edge of his lips. He seemed to be savoring a secret, like a cat that had already cornered its mouse.
Seraphina scoffed dismissively, unwilling to be shaken by vague cryptic remarks. She pressed her lips into a defiant smirk, determined to play this role of the understanding, noble-hearted woman no matter how deep the water got. After all, she had come this far to stake her claim beside Stefan.
But Elijah wasn't done. His smile never faltered as he nodded solemnly. "I'm sure Mr. Hunt can be at ease now. Besides, I know you're sensible, especially since you're a noble lady..." And then, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather, Elijah raised his phone to his ear and announced brightly: "We're ready, Dr. Wagner. You can start at any time."
Time itself seemed to freeze. The temperature of the room dropped several degrees as Seraphina’s eyes bulged. Her throat tightened, and her body reacted before her brain could filter her panic. "What did you say, Elijah? Who did you just speak to?" Her voice came out as a shrill, alarmed squeak.
Elijah glanced at her, his expression playful and disarming, before responding in his casual drawl. "Oh, that was Dr. Wagner. I have to be in contact with him since he's the head surgeon for this operation."
Silence crashed down around them as all the color drained from Seraphina’s face. The blood seemed to rush out of her skin like water from a fractured vase. "How is that possible?" she gasped, the words forming in utter disbelief. "Didn’t he get into a car accident? How did he come here for the surgery? Is this a joke?"
Her mind was spiraling, fragments of a plan collapsing all around her. Nothing made sense anymore. She could feel her carefully constructed world disintegrating into dust.
"Oh, turns out it was just a misunderstanding," Elijah rolled off his tongue with a casual shrug, as if explaining an unfortunate mix-up at a grocery store. "The person who got into the accident was Oscar Wagner, Doctor Wagner’s younger brother, who's a doctor too..."
Seraphina paled even further, if that was at all possible. Her lips moved but the words didn’t come at first. "What? H-He has a brother?" she stammered, her face completely ashen. She looked utterly dumbstruck, as if the pillars of her entire universe had been knocked out from beneath her feet.
"Oh yes, he has a brother who looks very much like him," Elijah continued smoothly, enjoying the surprise ripple effects of his words. "I didn’t expect that his brother would suffer that calamity instead..." He paused for a beat, raising a brow as though a brand new curiosity had struck him. "Ms. Murphy, didn’t you just get here? We didn’t tell you that Dr. Wagner had gotten into a car accident—so how did you know?"
The question was surgical, targeted, and devastating. Seraphina felt the world tilt dangerously beneath her. Her cheeks blazed crimson as her brain frantically scrambled for a plausible escape. "I... I guessed it," she blurted, her voice unnaturally high-pitched as she struggled to look both calm and unbothered.
But there was no fooling the seasoned observers in the room. Elijah and Francine exchanged silent glances that said everything. They both understood now that Seraphina possessed far too much knowledge about a supposedly "private" accident—a revelation that exposed her scheming nature much earlier than she had anticipated.
Francine, for her part, had long suspected that Seraphina could be rather scheming and malicious. She had observed the young woman’s obsessive affection for her grandson over the years. The devastating truth was that Seraphina loved Stefan deeply, so deeply that it curdled into possession. It was exactly that intense passion which drove her to take such extreme measures, leading to manipulations that placed lives and wellbeing at risk.
Yet Stefan was about to undergo his life-saving surgery. Now wasn’t the time to demand explanations or confront her with accusing fingers. Francine held her tongue and stepped back, her heart heavy but her resolve strong. All that truly mattered in this fragile hour was that Stefan made it through safe and sound.
The secrets would be revealed in time. The scorpion had already crawled from her hiding place, and her tail had been caught in the light. But for now—with the operating lights glowing and Dr. Wagner preparing to enter—they allowed her to remain in her fragile web of lies, not because she deserved mercy, but because some battles were better fought after the storm had passed.
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Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating:
Oh, my heart! This chapter was an absolute masterpiece of hidden tensions and dramatic reveals. Watching Elijah trap Seraphina so effortlessly was profoundly satisfying. Honestly, Seraphina deserves an award for her acting—and by "award," I mean a lesson in consequences! The deception levels here are off the charts. There’s this perfect mix of worry over Stefan's surgery mixing with the spicy drama of watching Seraphina’s facade crumble like a cheap pastry.
The way the author builds suspense, letting the characters exchange barbs while the truth crawls closer to the surface, is simply brilliant. I am absolutely on the edge of my seat, breath held, wondering what will happen when Stefan wakes and finds out everything.
Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.8 / 5 Stars
Next Chapter Prediction:
My guess is that Stefan will successfully undergo the surgery and wake up to a clearer mind and stronger body. But once he hears about the strange events surrounding the doctor’s would-be accident and Seraphina's suspicious slip of the tongue, the carefully constructed trap will spring fully. He will start digging into her actions with a new, ruthless determination. I won’t be shocked if next chapter finally brings a full-blown confrontation between Stefan and his so-called devoted lover—and perhaps even a shocking confession!
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