The Untouchable Ex-Wife



"Demon?" Quinton sneered maliciously. "We're childhood sweethearts, and we grew up together. Is that how you see me?"

"I know that I've wronged you, but I was punished too. What else do you want from me?" Joanne looked at Quinton with a pale and teary face. Quinton had recovered his looks, and the scar on his face was gone. He looked more handsome and mature than before, but Joanne knew how scheming he really was. Any woman who got close to him would get addicted to him. Joanne had once been deeply in love with him, but now, all she felt was terror. She just wanted to run away. "Let me go, please. Let me live. I knew I shouldn't have met your sister. I trusted her, but she betrayed me. Your sister is just as scheming and cunning as you!" Joanne's fear turned into anger as she thought about it.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

"Shut up!" Quinton's eyes flashed, and he strangled her. "You can criticize me, but not my sister. I'll break your neck if you keep it up!"

"Go ahead! I can't wait to leave this miserable world!" Joanne screamed at Quinton hysterically. Her past tortured her constantly, and just when she started to live a steady life, it was going to be taken from her. She felt that it was better to die in pain than live in pain.

"Do you think I won't do it?" Quinton growled, his gaze fierce. Although he had become calmer lately, he was still the ruthless Night Demon. He was capable of doing terrible things if he lost it.

"Of course you would! You never hesitate to hurt me." Flushed, Joanne glared at him hatefully. "There's nothing you wouldn't do. You even killed your own child! My biggest regret is being kind to you when you first came to my house... I treated you like a brother, but in return, you killed my family, locked me up, and killed our child! You're a real demon. It's a pity Stefan didn't kill you. If he did, everyone would finally be at ease!" Joanne had no desire to live, and she knew she couldn't survive since he had found her. She tried her best to provoke him.

"Is that what you think?" Quinton's old emotions and trauma returned, and he almost wanted to kill her and himself. "Fine, we'll go to hell together!" After all, the trauma he had faced all these years was because of Joanne. If they did together, they would be in hell together, and maybe their ill-fated relationship would turn into a perfect romance in their next life.

'Do it then! I've been waiting for this day for a long time!" Joanne looked at him with a melancholic smile. She was not afraid of death; In fact, she was looking forward to it. If she could die with him, it would be perfect, because she would only allow herself to forgive him when she died.