# Chapter 490: A Queen at His Feet
Hello, lovely listeners and beloved readers! How is everyone doing today? It’s me again, your trusted narrator, and I’m absolutely delighted to guide you through another unforgettable chapter of "The Untouchable Ex Wife." Today, we’re diving deep into a scene that burns with raw emotion, sharp wounds, and an impossible public confrontation. The stakes are sky-high, the heartache is real, and every gaze from a stranger with a phone becomes a weapon in a war of love, ego, and consequences. So, grab a warm drink, settle in, and let’s step into the cold, biting wind where two broken hearts are about to collide in broad daylight.
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The afternoon was brutal. Not merely because of the chilling wind that scraped against the pavement, but because of the uncomfortable tension crackling in the air between two people whose past weighed heavier than a thousand regrets. Xavier’s gaze dropped to Shirley’s hand, the moment her fingers brushed too close, and the temperature around them seemed to plunge a thousand degrees.
“I thought I made myself perfectly clear,” he said, each word slicing through the cold like a blade. “It’s best to have nothing between us except business.”
Shirley’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but her hand refused to retreat completely. A desperate smile tugged at her lips, a fragile anchor for her fading hope. “Why are you being so cruel, Xavier? You came to me today. That’s proof that there’s more between us. You still care about me... so why do we have to go against our hearts and hurt each other like this?”
Xavier’s jaw tightened. His gaze remained cold, unyielding. “That’s you, not me.”
But Shirley refused to hear it. She had built this moment in her head long before today, rehearsing every word, every gesture. She stepped closer, her voice trembling with rehearsed vulnerability. “Don’t be stubborn. I know that you hooked up with Ms. Osborne lately out of spite, but you should know that I no longer have anything to do with your father. I promise, I’m free from all of that now. I —”
Before she could even finish the thought, something dangerous flickered in Xavier’s eyes. A deep, scorching fury erupted and instantly turned the atmosphere hostile. “Don’t bring my father up!”
He pushed Shirley away with enough force to create distance between them, and the look on his face was enough to stop a charging bull. His voice, low with restrained violence, cut through her composure. “Are you mad? Do you think I’ll let bygones be bygones and crawl back to you? Do you think I have no self-respect at all?”
Shirley’s face blanched. She had struck a nerve—and immediately regretted it. “Xavier, don’t... don’t be mad!” She bit her lip so hard it turned white, silently scolding herself for mentioning his father. It was his sore spot. His biggest humiliation. His deepest scar. And if she was honest with herself, she understood exactly why it infuriated him.
But then... a strange, quiet satisfaction bloomed beneath her panic. If he didn’t love her deeply, would he still be this angry? Would the mere mention of his father ignite such fire in his soul? She took his reaction as proof—proof that the door to her heart hadn’t been completely bolted shut.
Emboldened by this thought, Shirley made a bold and dramatic decision. Right there, in public, under the watchful gaze of passersby, she dropped to her knees. The sound of her knees hitting the cold concrete echoed in the wind, and she began to weep, pitifully and without shame. Her beautiful face, once so composed, turned red from the biting wind and the torrent of tears.
“I know I’ve wronged you, Xavier,” she sobbed, her voice loud enough for the curious onlookers to hear. “But no one is perfect! Everyone makes mistakes! Back then... back then I was insecure. My popularity had dropped, and I was terrified I’d let you down. I didn’t think I was good enough for you... I was just so scared, which is why I did what I did! You’re the only one I care about, you know that! Please, please forgive me and give me another chance!”
Xavier froze for a moment, stunned into silence. Shirley was a public figure—the top actress in the country! And here she was, kneeling on the cold ground in front of him, loud and emotional, as if the most dramatic scene of her career was unfolding on a real-life stage.
His eyes darted around. Passersby had already begun to gather. Their phones were out. Cameras were rolling. Every tear, every gesture, every word was being recorded and uploaded to a waiting public hungry for chaos. Xavier’s stomach tightened. He knew, with grim certainty, that this incident would splash across tomorrow’s front page headlines.
If he ignored her now? Shirley would be destroyed. Her image, already bruised by scandal, would take an irreparable hit. But worse—Universal Entertainment, his own company, would be dragged into the mire. Financial fallout, public outrage, damaged reputations... He had no choice. He had to put on a show.
“What are you doing? Get up!”
For a moment, Xavier’s normally ironclad composure cracked. He couldn’t just leave, even though his instincts screamed at him to walk away. Instead, he forced a gentler expression onto his face, crafting his reaction for every camera recording him.
“I know you’ve suffered a lot,” he said, his tone softer now but carefully calculated. “Especially since there’s so much bad news circulating about you right now. It’s completely normal to break down like this. So dust yourself off and get up. You’ve acted in so many wonderful movies, and I’m certain people will continue to love you as long as you stay true to your craft.”
He stepped forward and extended a hand to help her stand—but those words weren’t just for Shirley. They were for the crowd. They were for the news cycle. If this incident made headlines tomorrow, the narrative could be shaped to suggest Shirley was merely crumbling under career pressure. Nothing more. Nothing as vulgar or scandalous as the rumors that had haunted her.
But Shirley was not done playing her hand. She shook her head violently, refusing the help. Her voice lifted even higher, laced with hysteria.
“No! I don’t care if others like me. I only want you to like me! Don’t you understand, Xavier? I entered the entertainment industry because of you! I don’t even really care about acting! I don’t mind retiring from this industry entirely—I’ll give it all up—as long as I can be with you!”
And then she lunged forward, clutching his thigh with both arms like a drowning woman clinging to driftwood. Her tears stained his trousers. Her desperate sobs echoed through the street. The crowd grew larger, phones pushed closer, murmurs buzzing around like angry bees.
Xavier stood rigid, trapped between disbelief and fury. The crowd ate it up, watching a superstar beg at the feet of the man who no longer wanted her. And although his expression remained outwardly calm, inside, a storm was brewing—a dangerous mix of humiliation, anger, and an uneasy frustration that he couldn’t escape this situation without bloodshed of some kind.
What would he do now? How far would Shirley push him before the mask finally shattered? And most importantly—where was the woman he truly cared about, and what would she think when she saw this circus all over the media tomorrow?
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh my goodness, what a gut-wrenching chapter! I can’t help but feel a knot in my stomach watching Shirley manipulate an entire public square for her own emotional gain. She’s skillful, dramatic, and utterly desperate—but beneath all that theatrical weeping, I can still sense the insecurities that drive her to such degrading depths. Xavier, for his part, is clearly an expert at hiding his true emotions, but you can feel the rage and resentment simmering just below the surface. The tension on that street was *palpable*, and I found myself holding my breath the entire time. It’s a chapter of emotional warfare, of calculated damage and carefully crafted words, and it keeps the reader on the edge of their seat.
This chapter deserves an impressive **⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars**.
## Next Chapter Prediction
After tonight’s public spectacle, the media storm will be unstoppable! I predict that the news of Shirley kneeling and begging for Xavier will spread like wildfire, and Renee Osborne will certainly be dragged into the chaos. Xavier will have to do damage control on multiple fronts—not only protecting Universal Entertainment’s reputation but also confronting the very real possibility that Renee may misunderstand what she sees. Shirley, emboldened by her public gamble, may try to force even more of a wedge between Xavier and Renee. But will she overplay her hand? I expect a fierce confrontation is brewing, and the woman who is truly "untouchable" is about to show everyone exactly why that title belongs to her!
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