# Chapter 668: A Fragile Sunshine Before an Unseen Visitor
Hello, beloved readers and storytellers! It’s me again—your dedicated narrator, back to walk beside you through the next heart-stirring chapter of *The Untouchable Ex Wife*. How have you been? Today’s chapter gives us a quiet, almost peaceful window into Renee’s new life as a blind woman, only to shatter that calm with a sudden, breathless presence. So settle in, because the shadows of the past have never learned to stay away for long.
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“Just keep lying to yourself, Mommy.”
Those words, spoken by little Adie with a helpless little shrug, had lingered in the air long after he left the room. He had made a deal—secret, solemn, and certain—that *he* would come to see Renee, and that she could tell the man whatever she wished then. Of course, Renee pretended those words meant nothing. She couldn’t let her child carry the weight of her wounds, nor would she allow herself to hope. Yet the seed of anxiety, or was it curiosity, took root in her heart.
A full week passed. Seven long days and nights in Everheart Manor, where the world outside seemed to dim alongside her sight. Renee, once a woman who had navigated the cutthroat arenas of business and betrayal, had to relearn the most intimate details of normal life. But she was not a woman who bowed easily. Tirelessly, she adapted—swiftly and with a stubborn grace that made even Margaret marvel.
She learned to read through Braille, and how quickly she picked it up! She devoured the written word again, page by textured page, refusing to let her mind become idle. At the same time, Margaret would read her voices, current events, and whispered news from the city. It was through those daily briefings that Renee learned the world beyond the manor had shifted in her absence.
The Hunt and Murphy families—once cozily bound by a marriage alliance—had broken into open conflict. Naturally, the engagement between Stefan and Seraphina was nothing more than ash on the wind. And in the smoking ruins of that alliance, Hunt Enterprise had stumbled into the gravest crisis of its existence, plagued by financial hemorrhage and technological failures. Commentators whispered that the so-called “Great Eight” of Beach City might soon face a dramatic reshuffling, with old powers toppling like ancient statues in a storm.
What did Renee feel when she heard this news? Nothing. Not joy, not sorrow, not even a flicker of vindication. She received the information as though reading a story about strangers from another world. After years of being tangled in the very center of that storm, she had finally achieved the distance she desperately needed. And in that distance, she found peace.
Perhaps that was why Margaret’s sorrow was so heavy.
Each morning after driving Adie and Abby to school, Margaret led Renee outside to their shared sanctuary—the grand pagoda tree in the front yard. Renee would settle into her bean bag, tilt her face toward the endless sky, and drink in the warm sunlight with her skin alone. The fresh air filled her lungs, carrying the sweet perfume of the manor’s spring blossoms. Those mornings were simple but precious; they tasted of honey and quiet.
Yet Renee could feel Margaret’s grief like a shadow beneath every cheerful tone. Her eyes may have been blind, but her heart saw too much.
“How are you feeling, Ms. Ren? Do your eyes hurt?” Margaret would ask gently. “I’ve prepared a medicine that can ease the inflammation and swelling. Remember to apply a little around your eyes before you sleep. It’s very effective.”
It was Margaret’s ritual, really, born of her extraordinary medical skill and hopeful heart. She was already researching ways to help Renee’s eyes recover, figuring out the conditions for a perfect corneal transplant. The hardest thing, of course, was finding donated eyes suitable for Renee’s body—a pair that her immune system wouldn’t reject. They could only wait, while Margaret guarded Renee’s delicate eyes with fierce devotion.
But even with that hope, Margaret’s despair crept through in quiet moments.
“Thank you, Margaret,” Renee said one morning, sensing the older woman’s sadness before she spoke. “You’ve done so much for me. Please, don’t grieve, and don’t blame yourself. To tell you the truth, I am calmer now. I am *happier* than I’ve been in a long time.”
Instead of reassuring Margaret, Renee’s kindness broke her.
“Ms. Ren… *you’re* the one who’s hurt, and yet you’re the one comforting me. How can you be so good to me? I’m truly useless… I promised your mother I would take excellent care of you, and instead, this terrible thing happened to you. I… I…” Margaret sobbed until she could no longer speak through her tears.
Renee could not wrap her arms around Margaret, but she offered something far rarer: gentleness without judgment. She waited, letting Margaret breathe.
Finally, Margaret steadied herself—“It’s getting windy. Let me go inside and fetch a blanket for you, Ms. Ren. Please stay here and call for me if you need anything.”
Renee smiled, a soft crescent of trust. “Go on, Margaret. I grew up in this manor. I know every stone and every step. Don’t worry about me.”
With that, Margaret hurried back into the villa, her footsteps quietly fading across the lawn.
Renee lay beneath the pagoda tree once more, enjoying the serene morning all by herself. The breeze wove gentle fingers through her hair and flowers teased her senses with their fragrance. Sunlight wrapped her in warmth, and for the briefest moment, Renee’s world felt safe. If she closed her eyes—well, they were already closed—she could almost pretend there was no sorrow, no danger, no uncertain future.
Then she felt it.
There was something wrong in the air itself.
The wind did not stop, exactly. But she did not feel it against her skin anymore. It felt as though a wall of shadow had stepped between her and the breeze. Her pulse quickened. A subtle, strange pressure wrapped around her, as though the atmosphere itself had grown denser.
Frowning, Renee turned her head. Through her useless eyes, she strained to sense her surroundings. She heard something: rapid breathing. Not her own. It was quiet yet unmistakable, the breathing of someone standing very close to her. And she could *feel* their gaze—heavy, hungry, filled with an intensity that prickled across her skin.
“Margaret?” she asked tentatively.
Silence followed, thick as honey.
Renee swallowed, all calm evaporated like morning dew under the sun. Her fingers tightened against the blanket beneath her. She had learned her way around the manor blind, but no map could prepare a woman for the sudden presence of a stranger looming over her.
“You aren’t Margaret, are you?”
The words drifted into the quiet air, waiting for an answer that did not come.
Who stood above her beneath the pagoda tree? Had Adie’s secret arrangement already borne fruit? Or was this someone darker, someone carrying the long-cold grudges of Hunt and Murphy into her sanctuary? Renee could only wait, breath held, heart hammering against her ribs.
And the stranger above her said nothing.
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**Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating:**
Oh, what an exquisitely tense chapter! I loved the bittersweet juxtaposition between Renee’s newfound emotional peace and the suffocating uncertainty of her physical world. Watching her adapt to blindness with such resilient grace filled me with both sorrow and admiration. Meanwhile, Margaret’s guilt broke my heart; she loves Renee like a daughter, and the weight of her failure is almost unbearable. Then the ending! Sitting beneath that seemingly safe pagoda tree, feeling an unseen presence hover over her—I gasped! The chapter provokes a profound sense of vulnerability, yet it also reminded me how powerful Renee remains, even in her weakest moments. I can’t wait to turn the page. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
The mysterious arrival under the pagoda tree is almost certainly linked to Adie’s secret “deal.” If this is Stefan—whether driven by guilt, lingering love, or desperation over Hunt Enterprise—Renee will be confronted with all the raw emotions she thought she had buried. Expect a conversation simmering with unspoken regrets, fierce questions, and perhaps an offer that could once again change her destiny. But knowing Stefan, his return will not come without strings, and Renee will have to decide whether to remain in her peaceful cocoon or face the man who once shattered her world.
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