# Chapter 676: A Heartfelt Grocery Trip and a Mysterious Touch
Hello, dear readers! It’s me again. How have you all been? Thank you for joining me on this emotional journey through the pages of *The Untouchable Ex Wife*. Today, we’re going to walk together through Chapter 676 — a surprisingly tender, yet quietly anxious chapter that shows us a fragile moment of peace between two people who have fought tooth and nail for even the smallest slice of normal life. But don’t get too comfortable… because peace, like happiness, never seems to last long for them. Let’s dive in.
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Stefan leaned down close to Renee’s ear, his voice as gentle as a whisper against the evening breeze.
“What would you like to eat?”
The question was simple. Intimate. The kind of ordinary question that loving couples ask each other without even thinking. And yet, for Stefan and Renee, simply sitting together and planning a meal felt like a quiet miracle.
Renee remained silent for a moment, letting the warmth of his presence wash over her. She knew she had been hesitant to go out with him — she was still trying to keep a careful distance from her own emotions. But there was a reason she had finally agreed. This wasn’t just about dinner. It was about making sure her children would be cared for, no matter what happened to her.
“Adie loves eating fish,” she finally said, her voice soft and measured. “And Abby loves eating beef. And I’m not a picky eater.”
Stefan listened carefully, hanging onto every word as though she were granting him the keys to a precious treasure. He understood. She wasn’t just giving him a shopping list. She was entrusting him with the little pieces of their children’s hearts.
But Stefan wasn’t satisfied.
“We’re going to buy the kids’ favorites,” he insisted gently, his gaze locking on her face with an earnest tenderness that could melt even the coldest heart. “But we’re also going to buy yours.”
Renee felt a stir of uncertainty. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate his thoughtfulness — it was that she rarely allowed herself to want anything for herself anymore. Whether it was out of guilt, grief, or the deep, lingering shadows of her past, she had long since stopped thinking about her own preferences.
“Don’t worry — it’s not troublesome at all,” Stefan added, almost cheerfully. “I can cook all kinds of dishes.”
A long pause hung between them. Renee felt the weight of his patience, his unwavering desire to give her something — anything — that was just for her. Finally, she allowed herself to think back. Deep into the archives of her childhood, into a time when life was warm and her family was whole.
“Umm… can you make pork chop then?”
The request came out hesitantly, almost shyly. But behind those simple words lay a flood of precious memories. In the past, her father had made the most wonderful pork chops. The meat was always tender, sweet, bursting with a rich savoury flavour that she could still taste on the tip of her tongue if she closed her eyes. It was a taste of safety. Of love. Of home.
But after her father had passed away, she had rarely eaten pork chop again. Perhaps because it reminded her too painfully of what she had lost. Perhaps because no one could ever make it quite like her father did.
Now, for the first time in years, she wanted to try.
Stefan’s eyes gleamed with quiet joy. Seeing her opening up, even just a little, made his heart swell with proud happiness. This beautiful, guarded woman was finally letting him step closer — letting him do something for her.
“Of course. Wait and see,” he declared eagerly, a hint of playful confidence creeping into his voice. “I’ll make you an authentic pork chop today.”
He wasn’t just promising to cook a meal. He was promising to give her a moment of happiness, a memory that he hoped would one day replace the painful ones.
As the two of them walked through the supermarket aisles together, Renee couldn’t quite believe that this was real. After so many hardships, so many storms that had tried to tear them apart, here they were — just like a normal couple, planning a normal meal, surrounded by the hum of everyday life. It felt almost surreal. Peaceful, fragile, and precious.
Soon enough, they arrived at the raw food section.
“Stay here and wait for me,” Stefan said softly, guiding Renee to a nearby chair. “I’ll buy beef and fish.”
He was about to rush off toward the frozen section to pick out the finest ingredients for their children when a small, trembling hand reached out and grabbed his.
“Wait...” Renee’s voice was thin, uncertain.
Stefan turned around, his brows knitted in gentle concern. “What’s the matter?”
Renee hesitated. She hated feeling helpless. She hated asking for reassurance. But in this unfamiliar place filled with strange noises and nameless scents, her only sense of security was Stefan.
“I’m a bit scared,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Can you take me with you?”
His heart ached at her vulnerability. He wanted nothing more than to keep her by his side every second of every day. But practicality gave him pause.
“Sure, but that area is a bit dirty and messy — people killing fish, chopping meat,” he explained apologetically. “What’s more, it’s cold there, and I’m afraid you’ll catch a cold...”
Renee bit her lip. She understood. She didn’t really want to stand around in that bloody, smelly place anyway. After a moment’s hesitation, she forced a calm smile and sat back down.
“Okay,” she said softly. “Come back as soon as you can.”
Stefan nodded, and with one last lingering look of concern, he disappeared into the maze of freezers and fresh cuts.
Renee sat there alone, the relentless noise of the supermarket washing over her. Because she had lost her sight, her other senses had become extraordinarily sharp. She could hear the distant thud of chopping knives, the splash of water, the rustling of plastic bags. And she could feel the presence of many people walking past her. Though none of them spoke, she had the uncomfortable sensation that they were staring — perhaps confused, perhaps pitying, perhaps treating her like some strange creature not worth their time.
It was a familiar feeling, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
She silently reminded herself that she needed to get used to moments like this. Stefan wouldn’t always be around to protect her. One day, he would inevitably leave, and if she clung to him too tightly, she would only hurt more when that moment came. So she straightened her back, swallowed her fears, and waited.
Then, out of nowhere, something soft touched her hand.
Renee’s entire body tensed. Her heart leaped into her throat.
“What is that?” she gasped, and before reason could catch up, she shoved the mysterious object away, her hands trembling in the cold air.
But her heart, now beating wildly, could only whisper one terrifying question: Who — or what — was standing there beside her?
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This chapter was a beautiful and haunting mix of sweetness and suspense. I absolutely loved seeing Stefan so eager to care for Renee, especially his heartfelt promise to make her father’s pork chops — that small detail carried such emotional weight. However, the final moment left me on edge! Renee has endured so much, and she deserves peace. That mysterious touch at the end gave me chills. I’m both fascinated and a little worried about what awaits her in the next chapter!
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars
Next chapter prediction: Renee may discover that the person who touched her is someone unexpected — perhaps a stranger in need of help, a looming threat from her past, or even someone connected to her children. Stefan will likely return just in time, but this new encounter may set the stage for another storm in their fragile journey toward happiness.
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