# Chapter 601: A Roofless Cottage, A Pig Named Destiny, and a Starry Dream
Hello, dear readers! It’s me again! How are you all doing tonight—or morning, or wherever you are in the world? I truly hope you’re ready for another thrilling journey into the drama, laughter, and heartache of "The Untouchable Ex Wife." Today, we’re stepping onto a sunny, chaotic island where a dating show turns into something far more ridiculous—and far more revealing—than anyone expected. So grab your favorite drink, get comfortable, and let’s dive into Chapter 601 together. Trust me, you won’t want to miss a single moment of this hilarious, starry-eyed mess!
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The moment the contestants were unleashed upon the island, chaos erupted like a wave crashing against a rock. Everyone scrambled, pushing past each other in a desperate race to claim the best available house. And in that frenzy, one woman stood out like a diamond among pebbles—Leia. With her lightning-fast reflexes and a sharp eye for treasure, she sprinted ahead of the pack and secured the grandest prize of all: a breathtaking, spacious villa that faced the vast, glittering ocean.
While Leia was savoring her victory with a serene smile, the residents of the villa next to hers seethed with envy. “Of course she gets the ocean view,” they muttered, their voices dripping with bitterness. But Leia didn’t care. The salty breeze, the endless horizon, the melody of crashing waves—it was perfect. For a woman who had survived betrayals and storms, this little piece of paradise felt like a well-earned reward.
But not everyone was so lucky. Oh no, no, no. Somewhere far behind the pack, dragging his feet like a sulky child, was Xavier Stuart—the brilliant, wealthy, and absurdly proud president of Universal Entertainment. He had always been the one to take the first pick, the finest suite, the best seat in the house. Today, however, fate (and his own sluggishness) had decided to teach him a lesson.
When Xavier finally arrived at his designated residence, he froze. His jaw dropped. His usually sharp eyes went wide with disbelief. What stood before him was not a house. It was a joke. A tiny, shabby cottage with no roof, its walls covered in moss, and the faint stench of fish wafting from every crack. Xavier looked at it, then looked at the crew, then looked at the cottage again, and repeated the cycle as if hoping reality would bend.
Finally, he erupted. “How can I stay here?!” His voice echoed across the island, startling birds and nearby guests. “I want a different house! Immediately! Do you know who I am?”
The poor crew member assigned to him—a nervous young man named Billy—swallowed hard and clasped his hands together. “I’m very sorry, Mr. Stuart, but it’s the rules. The guests have to compete for the houses, and the person with the most points wins the right to change their house.”
Xavier rubbed his chin, eyes narrowing with calculation. “Points? Interesting. So, how do I earn these points?”
Billy brightened slightly, eager to explain. “It’s very simple, Mr. Stuart! You just need to do more farm work. We have farmers on the island, so you can earn points by feeding the farm animals, helping them give birth—or even cleaning up the farm.”
The very mention of mucking stalls made Xavier’s face contort in horror. He groaned, a sound so miserable that it could have come from a dying whale. “Are you sure this is a dating show?” he demanded. “This sounds more like illegal free labour! I came here to romance a beautiful woman, not to become a peasant!”
Billy laughed awkwardly, nervously shifting the blame higher up the chain. “You know that Adam—our director—just finished shooting ‘Happy Days.’ He really enjoys seeing guests get their hands dirty. He says it brings out the most honest reactions.”
Xavier’s fury turned into a sharp, bitter smile. “Oh, I’ll give him honest reactions, alright. How do you expect me to look charming while I’m picking up manure and helping a pig have babies? I have to hand it to Mr. Jiminez—he certainly comes up with the most unique ideas.” His voice dripped with sarcasm like honey over poison.
Then, something shifted. A strange light flickered in Xavier’s eyes. He clenched his fists and declared, “Fine! You want me to earn points, right? Then all the manure for the next few days is mine! No one can snatch it away from me!”
The crew stared at him as if he’d grown a second head.
Xavier rolled up his sleeves—those crisp, expensive sleeves—and looked around eagerly, like a hunter seeking prey. “Where are the pigs?” he asked, his voice practically trembling with anticipation. “I’m going to help with the farrowing… and then I’ll roast the piglets for dinner!”
Billy panicked. “Umm… there’s no rush, Mr. Stuart. Why don’t you check out your room first…”
But Xavier brushed him off with an impatient wave. “It’s just a cottage—there’s nothing to see. I’ll find that pig and make it my partner. Then your view count will go through the roof, won’t it?”
Billy was genuinely frightened now. Was the aloof, sophisticated CEO having a mental breakdown? “You… you don’t have to make such a big sacrifice, Mr. Stuart.”
The audience, meanwhile, was absolutely losing their minds. Comments flooded the screen in frantic waves:
[Oh my! Xavier wants a pig as his partner!] [He’s really strange. How could he do this for the view count?] [I want to be that pig!]
Indeed, no one could predict Xavier Stuart. He was chaos in an expensive suit.
After much prodding and pleading from the production team, Xavier finally—finally—calmed down. He heaved a dramatic sigh and dragged his very expensive luggage toward the tiny, dilapidated cottage. With every step, his inner five-star-hotel soul screamed in agony. But when he pushed open the creaking door, he found the interior even more pitiful than the exterior. There was a single bed with suspicious-looking sheets, and a powerful reek of fish that clung to everything like a ghost.
Xavier stood there for a long moment, then simply shrugged with a resigned laugh. He tossed his bag into a corner and flopped onto the bed, arms spread wide. As he stared upward, something unexpected happened.
The cottage had no roof.
And that meant, for the first time in his life, Xavier Stuart saw the sky framed like a masterpiece. Endless blue painted the heavens, soft clouds drifted lazily by, and for a moment, the stench, the tiny bed, the ridiculous situation—it all faded away.
“Wow… it looks amazing.” A genuine, goofy smile spread across Xavier’s face. “I’m sure it’ll be nice to stargaze here at night… even more so if Leia could be here with me.”
Just the thought of her brought a soft warmth to his chest. He imagined sitting side by side with Leia under a blanket of stars, their shoulders brushing, her melodic voice whispering secrets to the night. He imagined pointing out constellations, making her laugh, stealing her glance when she wasn’t looking.
It was a silly, boyish fantasy, but for a man who had lost her once, it meant everything.
And while Xavier dreamed beneath his roofless cottage, oblivious to the world, back at the luxury oceanfront villa, the other female guests fumed with jealousy. They watched Leia sip her drink on the balcony, overlooking the waves, and they could barely contain their spite.
But Leia paid them no mind. She simply closed her eyes, breathed in the salty sea air, and let the ocean whisper its age-old promise: that even after every storm, the tide always returns.
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
Oh, what a delicious, emotional rollercoaster of a chapter! I absolutely loved seeing Xavier's dramatic breakdown and his hilarious threat to "partner" with a pig. Just imagining the proud, suit-wearing president of Universal Entertainment rolling up his sleeves in a pigpen is enough to make anyone grin. And yet, beneath all that outrageous comedy, there's a real tenderness blooming. His little fantasy of stargazing with Leia from his ruined roof cottage touched my heart. It shows how deeply he loves her—even when he's surrounded by dirt, fish smells, and chaos, she's the only thought that makes everything seem beautiful. This chapter balances humor, frustration, and romance perfectly. The pacing was engaging, Billy was a fun nervous side character, and the contrast between Leia's serene victory and Xavier's ridiculous misfortune kept me thoroughly entertained. I’m absolutely captivated!
⭐️⭐️⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
Xavier is dead set on earning enough points to change his house, and after his dramatic "manure declaration," he’s going to throw himself headfirst into farm life—likely with disastrously hilarious consequences. But more importantly, I believe Leia will soon realize that the charming, stubborn man stuck in the roofless cottage is still fighting for a chance to be near her. Perhaps a sudden rainstorm will blow in, leaving Xavier drenched and desperate, and Leia—despite her cold exterior—might just show up with an umbrella, a smirk, and a heart softening against her own will. Or maybe the jealous female guests will try to sabotage Leia, and Xavier, with a pitchfork in one hand and pig feed in the other, will come to her rescue in the most bizarre yet heroic way. One thing is certain: this show is about to become even more chaotic, and love is brewing like a storm on the horizon.
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