# Chapter 567: Pandora's Box
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 567 of *The Untouchable Ex Wife*. This chapter simmers with tension, secrets, and a woman's worst nightmare crashing down in the form of a single professional title. Let's dive right in.
The moment the word "neurosurgeon" left Owen's lips, Seraphina's world tilted on its axis. A fragile glass slipped from her trembling fingers and shattered at her feet like her carefully constructed lies. She stared at the young doctor as if he were death itself wearing a white coat.
Owen blinked in genuine confusion. He had grown accustomed to two reactions when he mentioned his profession—envy or admiration. But this pale-faced woman shivering in front of him? She looked like she'd just seen a ghost. Or worse, the devil.
"Wh-what's the matter? Why are you so scared of me?" he asked, honestly baffled.
But Seraphina could barely breathe, let alone answer. Every memory of her hidden conspiracy flashed before her eyes. A neurosurgeon. Not just any neurosurgeon—*this* neurosurgeon. The one she and Jovan had once tried so desperately to avoid.
"It's... it's nothing," she stammered, forcing a smile that never reached her terrified eyes. "I just find doctors a bit scary, especially neurosurgeons because they operate on people's brains."
The lie tasted like ash. She swallowed hard and dared to ask, "Why did you come to see Stefan?"
Owen shrugged casually, his hands slipping into his pockets with an ease that made Seraphina's blood run cold. "Well, your fiancé had a brain surgery that made him lose a part of his memory, right? I'm thinking of checking him to see if I can help him regain his memories."
The blood drained from her face so quickly she felt dizzy. "No, you can't!"
Silence. Owen raised an eyebrow, dumbfounded by her outburst. "Aren't you Stefan's fiancée? Shouldn't you be encouraging this? I only took this job because Stefan and I are friends. If not, I wouldn't have come."
"No, you've got me wrong." Seraphina's throat constricted, but decades of practiced deceit kept her voice steady as she wove another lie. "Stefan is finally cured, and I don't want him to suffer again. It will affect his thinking. Plus, I'm afraid something bad might happen if we keep tampering with his brain."
Oh, what a touching performance. A devoted fiancée, terrified for her love's fragile recovery. If only Owen knew the truth—that her "concern" was nothing more than a desperate firewall protecting her own guilt.
Owen laughed warmly, completely taken in. "Oh, that's what you're worried about. There's no need to worry—just look up my name, and you'll see that I've never made any mistakes. You can just look forward to your fiancé regaining his memories." He puffed out his chest, absurdly proud of his flawless record.
Seraphina knew his record all too well. When she and Jovan had plotted their evil scheme, they'd dreamed of bribing Owen to turn Stefan's brain into Swiss cheese. But no matter how much money they waved, Owen wouldn't bend. He was a strange, incorruptible genius who treated patients based on his whims, indifferent to fame or fortune. So instead, they'd hired the second-best neurosurgeon—a lesser talent who could be easily bought and controlled.
And now that lesser talent's disaster was coming back to haunt her in the form of the one man who could undo everything.
Seraphina's heart hammered against her ribs as she tried one more angle. "You might be right, but Stefan's condition has finally become stable. He shouldn't be going through surgery again. I just want to see him healthy, and it's not important for him to regain those memories."
She was lying through her teeth, and everyone with a working brain could smell it. Owen certainly did.
"You don't have a say in this—only the patient's words matter here," he said bluntly, turning to Stefan, who had been silently observing the whole exchange. "Do you want to regain your memories, Stefan?"
Stefan looked up, his gaze calm and shielded, yet burning with quiet intensity. "I called you here, so of course I do. No one wants to live like a fool. I'd rather suffer in pain instead of having numb happiness."
Numb happiness. That's what he believed his life was. A smooth career? Yes. A caring family? Of course. A doting fiancée at his side? Sure. Yet inside, he felt like a caged animal—fed, sheltered, and comfortably miserable. He didn't know what lurked outside the bars of his missing years, but he understood one thing perfectly: he used to be in complete control of his life. And now, somewhere deep in his subconscious, Stefan knew he was being controlled by others.
"Numb happiness?" Seraphina's eyes welled with tears. She approached him and clutched his hands as if they were the only thing keeping her from falling apart. "Do you think being with me is numb happiness? I'm alive, and I'm your fiancée. I've soldiered through a lot of hardships with you, you know. Do you have any idea how much you've hurt me?"
Her voice cracked beautifully—a maelstrom of genuine pain mixed with calculated manipulation. In another context, it might have moved mountains.
Stefan did soften, guilt flashing across his sharp features as he looked at her wounded expression. "I'm sorry... I just don't want to live life blindly... not again."
The word "again" hung in the air like a phantom. What did he mean? What did he sense that he couldn't articulate?
Seraphina tightened her grip, desperation turning her whisper into something almost savage. "There's always a price to pay. Do you insist on opening Pandora's box?"
"Yes!" Stefan's voice was firm, brooking no arguments. His jaw was set, his eyes unwavering. He would accept the storm if it meant seeing the truth.
In that moment, two opposing forces collided: a woman terrified of her sins being unearthed, and a man hungry to reclaim his stolen mind. One wanted to bury the past forever; the other was hell-bent on resurrecting it.
And standing between them, the unshakable Owen, unaware he carried the key to a kingdom of buried secrets.
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
Oh, this chapter was pure emotional chaos! Watching Seraphina unravel in real-time was deeply satisfying. Every stutter, every fake smile, every weak excuse painted her guilt in glaring neon colors. And Stefan standing his ground in that quiet but steel-like way... I wanted to cheer for him. He may not have his memories, but his spirit still knows something is wrong. He's not content to live in a beautiful lie; he'd rather face the jagged truth. The tense dynamic between the three of them was masterfully rendered—Owen's innocent confidence, Seraphina's panicked manipulations, and Stefan's desperate resolve. The chapter ended on a dramatic cliffhanger that makes me ache for more.
I give this chapter **⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 5 / 5 Stars**.
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
I expect the next chapter will shift to Owen beginning his preliminary evaluation of Stefan. He may start asking probing questions about the gaps in Stefan's memory, and somewhere in the process, a trigger or fragment of the past could surface—something that shakes Stefan's fabricated world. Meanwhile, Seraphina will likely panic and scramble to warn Jovan, or perhaps attempt to sabotage Owen's procedures behind the scenes. And in the shadows, perhaps someone from Renee's side is about to hear the news that Stefan is trying to reclaim his memories... setting the stage for an inevitable collision between the forgotten husband and the ex-wife he once abandoned.
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