# Chapter 375: The Secret Behind the Old Wooden House
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 375 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife" — a chapter that feels quiet and gentle at first, but hides a storm inside its final moments. If you thought this story was only about conflict and revenge, this chapter will remind you that the deepest secrets often hide in the most sacred places of the past.
Let's step into the story together.
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After her playful threat to lock Stefan in the doghouse, Renee found that her heart wasn't as tough as her words. Margaret, the longtime maid who had watched over Renee since she was a little girl, could see right through her. There was no way Renee would truly force Stefan into such a humiliating situation right before his big battle. The woman who had experienced so much pain and betrayal still had a soft spot for him — even if she refused to admit it openly.
Margaret tried to hide her smile, but pity crept into her voice when she pictured the proud and mighty Stefan Hunt crouching in a doghouse that barely reached his waist. She was about to insist on giving him a proper place when Renee suddenly laughed.
"Haha! I certainly won't ask him to stay in the doghouse. Go and clean up the storeroom in the backyard — the room that used to be my father's workroom. My father loved to make things there for my mother and me whenever he was free. When the fire burned down this manor, that storeroom was the only room left. Stefan might get lucky if he stays there."
There was a hint of nostalgia in Renee's voice. In the past, she loved to play in that storeroom. It was a comfortable room with nice weather all year round — a shelter of childhood warmth and fatherly love. Unfortunately, she couldn't see it anymore, and that made her words taste bittersweet.
Margaret understood immediately. This wasn't just kindness. Renee was giving Stefan something precious — a piece of her memories, her childhood, and her late father's world. Margaret agreed softly, "Okay, I'll go and clean it up for him now."
With a knowing heart, Margaret made her way to the backyard. She wasn't surprised by what she found. Stefan Hunt, the powerful and intimidating man who never bowed to anyone, stood in front of a doghouse with a strange, conflicted expression. The structure only reached his waist, and judging by his face, he was genuinely hovering between dignity and practicality.
Margaret almost laughed. "Ms. Ren was just kidding, Mr. Hunt. Please come with me."
Stefan glanced at the doghouse, then back at Margaret. His tone was weirdly calm. "It's okay — this doghouse is pretty large. I can fit in a two-meter bed."
Margaret couldn't help but feel amused. Mr. Hunt was actually prepared to endure this humiliation? He was willing to climb into a doghouse just because Renee had ordered it? It was almost endearing, in a strange way.
"She was just joking. She asked me to take you to the small wooden house in front of us. You'll find it very comfortable there," Margaret said, gently steering him away. Then she added warmly, "Plus, her father used to love making things there. If you stay there, you might see some of the antiques he's left behind..."
At the mention of Renee's father, something in Stefan's eyes shifted. He became unusually interested, and his pace quickened. It wasn't just because he wanted a comfortable bed instead of a doghouse. He wanted to know more about Renee — the girl behind the sharp tongue and cold eyes, the woman whose heart he was still trying to reach.
The wooden house stood quietly in the backyard, a small structure of about sixty to seventy square meters. It was not grand or luxurious, yet it carried a dignified warmth. Inside, it was divided into a study, a bedroom, and a washroom — simple, but complete.
For Stefan, it was still rather shabby compared to his standards. But compared to a doghouse, it was practically a palace. Strangely, the moment he stepped through the door, a wave of calm washed over him. All the tension in his shoulders began to melt away. Sunlight crept in from the window, spilling across old books and scattered ornaments on the wooden desk. Dust particles floated lazily in the golden beams, painting a serene and nostalgic picture.
Margaret's voice grew tender as she looked around. "Ms. Ren used to stay here with her father to watch him read, write, or create things. Even after so many years, this place hasn't changed a bit."
The room was clean and tidy because Margaret cleaned it every single day. She could never bear to let the memory of Renee's father fade. But every time she entered this room, a deep sadness came with her — its true owner was no longer around to enjoy the peace.
"Thank you." Stefan nodded, his eyes wandering around the space with wonder and reverence.
"Please rest for a while. I'll clean it up," Margaret said as she politely took his luggage.
"Thank you very much."
But Stefan didn't sit down. His curiosity pulled him toward the desk. He gently picked up one of the old books lying there, its cover worn with age. As he opened it, something slipped from between the yellowed pages and fluttered to the floor.
Stefan bent down and picked it up. It was a sketch — an old drawing that had been carefully preserved between the pages of a book, likely unnoticed for many years.
His eyes scanned the image, and then, suddenly, his face stiffened. A deep frown carved across his forehead. His heartbeat seemed to skip, and his expression turned complicated.
"How... how is this possible?"
The old sketch in his hands held a secret Renee likely didn't even know existed. And Stefan, standing alone in that warm wooden house filled with sunlight and memories, unknowingly stepped into the territory of a buried past.
What was this sketch really showing? Whose face was captured on that fragile piece of paper? And why did it shake Stefan Hunt to the core?
This chapter may have been a temporary shelter from the battlefield, but a new battle had just begun — one that would unravel secrets of the old generation and possibly change everything Stefan thought he knew.
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
What a beautifully layered chapter. On the surface, it's quiet and domestic — Renee showing reluctant kindness, Margaret serving as the warm bridge, and Stefan finally standing on ground soaked with Renee's cherished childhood memories. But underneath all that calm, this chapter quietly plants a terrifyingly interesting seed. The last moment — that sketch falling from the book and Stefan's shocked expression — gave me chills. It connects the past to the present in a way I never saw coming, and now I can't stop thinking about what that drawing means.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
I predict that in the next chapter, Stefan will uncover the truth about the sketch. It may depict someone connected to his own family — perhaps his mother or a person tied to the secret behind Renee's father's death. This discovery will likely force Stefan to question everything, bring him closer to Renee's heart, or drive a deeper wedge between their families. Either way, old wounds are about to be torn open again.
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